You speak and turn hope to dust
The way I combust
No room for love to adjust
Like iron to rust

A bull you can never trust
No you, no I, no ‘us’
Useless
But now the earth is filled with crust

You walk and turn earth to cinder
Watch my soul grow dimmer
The way a burning lie will hinder
I’m left with barely a shimmer

Won’t forget but can’t remember
You turn wonder to winter
Count my prayers, now I’m a sinner
Guess I’ll never be a winner

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Decided to write a poem without the similes but then it felt naked so I had to put one in. 😇

I thought Dracul loved Mina. Where’s my big love? 😤😤😤

*sobs*

My tears are burning

😭😭😭 helps 😭😭😭

Oh, I just wrote this. But the way my brain is deteriorating, it surprises me I can write at all.

Well maybe when the day comes that I forget my name that I’ll finally remember yours.

Don’t fall in love with a devil 😭

It’s purgatory 😭😭😭

But now I know why Edgar Allan Poe died on the street, nakid, possibly poisoned, broke, heartbrokes, likely depressed and drunk. And he served 2 years in the military, he didn’t deserve a death like that. That was not an honorable death. Welp. He better have a statue out there or I’m gonna have an effing fit. But whatev. Asteroid Apophis is on her way. End times will come for all.

Gonna die unloved.

Not everyone winds up with a burial plot. For many, they become dust in the sand. And it takes an extreme amount of heat to burn a body. Extreme to turn bones to dust.

I’m having trouble facing my own ending.

Welps.

I need God to throw me a bone. Hungers.