We were once here.

I was born from an act of sin;
spat from lips and cringing fist.
In the desert (laid to waste) I stare.

It is funny;
only a glitch,
and you are here (eating thorns around me).

We could lie;
sway and sway,
it is all but fingertips (scrape and click).

Sulking is the way,
around and around the fall.
Clutching nails, clutching air,
insides are outsides, between and small.

Night was only night,
crewed and flaunting rays.
Across the mildew skies away;
found dust to folly,
escaping normal days.

Reviews

[Matty Bosox]

Patch, you are excellent and have a nitche for the dark and odd!!! Every word that flows is just bathed in brilliant darkness!!!! I have said it before and I will say it again...If any singers were desperate for a really good set of lyrics they would drool over your stuff my friend!!! Great job as usuall!!! Keep it up

[Androglossia]

It is funny;
only a glitch,
and you are here (eating thorns around me).

We could lie;
sway and sway,
it is all but fingertips (scrape and click).

It made me think of cyber love. Idk, I could be wrong. But the whole poem seemed to tell me the difference of the classic relationship from the modern. But then I could be wrong. This poem made me think..

[Taylor Ann]

What a wonderful piece! Each word told a story in itself. It was written quite beautifully. I loved it.

[Patch Silver]

Thank you! I am glad that you liked it. Do you see anything wrong with it? Anything that you think would sound better?

[Taylor Ann]

No, I love it just the way it is. It was wonderfully written! Great work!