what it fears


darkness

it is when all the
evil souls do their
best work

when the imagination
gets to visit what it
fears

dance with a raven-haired
devil and lose yourself in
the silence

each moment in this
fleeting desire savor,
let it kill you

we are nothing but wasted
time

all that which holds us back

eventually, either death
wins or you stir a little shit
up before the knock at the
door comes for us all

embrace that pain that
never ends

as with anything, it is
only looking for love

a warm body to shelter
it from the cold
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sweating bullets

 
scribbling poems
in the afternoon

sweating bullets
in the cheap air
conditioning

a sweltering
lament hangs
in the air like
a sudden doom

everyone can
feel it coming

the inevitable
nature of this
life

more downs
than the ups
could ever
eclipse

you can't help
but ponder a gun
in your hand or
learning to knot
a sturdy noose

the hollow eyes
of the woman
you love

she stopped being
here years ago

saw one too
many sunrises
to be happy
ever again
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