Smells like ecstasy,
tastes like poisons.
hoped for contentment,
desire worsons.
Drains me of lustre,
my soul feels worn.
I first felt promise,
now I feel scorn.
Reptilian thoughts,
igneous skin,
impotent resolve,
hollow within.
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Thanks for reading. If you liked this, be sure to check out some of my other work by following this link: My Poetry
Poems, journals and assorted writings of every sort about the details of my adventures in both the outer and inner worlds.
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