a new poem

[fiend_4_life]

5:30 AM Insomnia

Dark
The Swirling clouds of smoke
Spiraling above my head
As I exhale the sweet fumes
That will lead to my death
Dark
The Amber nectar in my cup
That will lead to another night
I can't remember
Full of regrets
With my head
In yet another
Porcelain shrine of tonight
Dark
The lines under my eyes
From another sleepless night
Alone thinking
Of another

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[ibiteback05]

Pordelain shrine of tonight

porcelain*

I remember reading this at 6 in the morning with you. I still love it