Eight
You are walking the road I always tread.
You feel nothing, we are a different breed.
You are the religion, I always need.
I collect the broken, to build my creed.
Disaffected.
I'm infected
What did we choose
to die corrected?
Survive me
Thrive in seas
of memories.
Die with glee.
Smile now
Somehow.
wipe your brows.
Take the vows.
The lid is closed
I'm enclosed.
Dying rose.
our smiles froze.
Time will try
the faithful cries
Everyone dies
Deeper sighs.
If you like my poem, bring me money. Ok! Byee.