Poetry

Happy Death

I wax poetic
Subconscious lyric thoughts
Verbose
Entropic
Set fire to paper
Too black for song

You wax idiotic
An ironic masterpiece
Ridiculous
Cunning
Slices the veins
I laid out for you

My words hit your jugular
We hold each other
Bleed into a singular entity
Too stupid for each other

It’s quiet

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