innocent soft lips, but will she taste like tomorrow?

February 14, 2018
By hauntedmoonsuit BRONZE, Flagstaff, Arizona
hauntedmoonsuit BRONZE, Flagstaff, Arizona
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slide fingers towards the crimson
survive annihilation

once went around again but to go out of venomous fate
the clouds are a view towards its preservation
the universe learned to watch what one does in chains - a synthetic band

want it back again and there really is a demand for contact in blood
because the supply is running out

it's just between a choice of demand or starvation
it's just a killer party ‘til you can't get satisfaction from a celestial voice
dark was the night, luck, the one chance
it won’t save innocence now.

The author's comments:

As a writer, I want my readers to think for themselves and view this poem from their own perspective, to intake it in their own way. 

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