seeking the birds of ill omen


a stroll under this moonlight

might bring no harm
but bruises my impulses
a feeling not perceived before

igniting the night
knowing of the consequences
that might scar during the day
selfless, but well worth for stars to shine

envious thoughts now fills my mind
heart gasping for air
a sudden rush in the bloodstream
inevitable knowing of the hopelessness

your eyes are set to kill
those smile are enough to incite
every single touch kills me slowly
this is the concealed truth

pretense so the heart feel safe
wishing that is not how it should be
but beyond it seems bleak
content with transient joy

miracle might happen
but it would be contempt
a cheater you are not
a stabber i am not

inhale the familiar taste
encase them in
so this would last forever
a delusive illusion to live on for





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