Silence corrodes itself through my pores, Immaculate drugs which seduce me like whores, A cloudy stratus lingers in my mind, Like thoughts I so despertly need to find, Of blank stares and my speech a mess, I can't settle for anything less, My unsung love will never love me, For I am my only company.
Reason for writing:
I need some Cloud 9Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Steve Taurus.