magnetic rose

magnetic rose

A Poem by winter;lyra

boy do let it be off
the last guard that costs a dime
the last pawn that pulls the crime
on the night of seven moons
doom flesh with no insurance
on cursed discourse with the devil

the noose's bruise cool rested on your skin
feels like a fairly decent evening 
the past years struggle to exist
on memories you're prone to desist

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on February 24, 2019
Last Updated on February 24, 2019