Eyes Full of NothingMature

New collection of random poetry. Marked as "mature" cause there will be some strong language later on.

Your dark brown eyes; graves for stray souls,

Reflect the amber streetlights, and the stars implode

In cosmic brawls; the moon is cheap cocaine and neon

Lights mixed together like heaven's gold drugs.

 

My heart is a brittle, skeletal remain of the

Girl who used to play with fire.

Now she faces death with a gun through

Her painted lips.

 

Human connections are only for the

Beautiful People; who have not

Fallen into urban decay, or wished on

Stars for suicide.

 

We have no time for this foreign disease;

The overtly innocent call it love.

I prefer this rough contamination,

And affection with a blade in each hand.

 

 

 

 

The End

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