Corruption

Like black ink seeping through crystal waters

in search of untainted innocence,

lurching roots in the core of the earth

that refuse to relent their hold,

hands that squeeze the air from lungs

and toy with frivolous emotions.

I’m drowning in an ocean of you,

this death a state of bliss,

the sweetest of corruptions.


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Published on June 16, 2014 07:38
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