a ghoul's prayer

"All losses in this world are due to a lack of ability."

in delirium

screams turn into

hushed whispers

and the reaper wakes

im a passive observer

never a man of action

but death clicks closer

did i deserve this end?

cityscapes watch

with blind indifference

their concrete arms

nurturing, holding, my deathbed

under flickering sodium

my body is split open

and a pool of innocence

seeps around my closing

alleyways and streetlights

reflect dim endings

with windows barred

along with my restless soul

purgatory is calling

whispering my name

"sweet soft delirium"

im sorry.

Reviews

[Beren]

This poem has a real atmosphere. It's dark and I felt like I was walking down a street with a broken street light that would smell like gunpowder. You need to show some mercy to your readers' hearts, my friend. You write better poems every day and I feel like I am diving into the void with anxiety under the influence of your poems.