I want to hear the dark
Grimy
Dank
Voice of the underappreciated.
I want to see the morbid
Disconcerted
Languid
Thoughts of the lonely.
I want to feel the strained
Carnal
Sadist
Gaze of gunmetal eyes.
I want to smell the tragic
Ragged
Destructive
Ambivalence of the huddled masses.
I have a sense of lugubrious
Stark
Charred
Anguish for your blood-stained heart.
~I want something that will pull tears.
Love,
Digress.
1 comment:
Do you always know what I'm thinking and feeling? Good Lord. You have talent my friend. Pure talent.
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