Title: Deserted Dreams and Hearts of Coin
by nathan from Somerset | in writing, poetry, dark
The silver light of a star will forever shine whether you smile or you cry.
And a shimmer of humanity will always shine through your eyes as they betray your lies, weaved by an unforgiving world in which we have no choice but to squander.
A corrupted soul pays the price while those of lighter intentions are as spirits in the wind and those who reach and grab at the butterfly dreams, return home with holes in their pockets.
The bad logic of the clouded air infects your lungs with gluttony, and every sound is a whisper, and every beg is a whimper while the pennys, drenched in blood, fill the streets.
Tears weighed in gold and the value of a soul; the shards of shattered dreams cause cuts that never heal.
A piece on corruption since after writing about my personal life a lot I thought choosing something different would be fun to try
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