Foolish

Foolish

What a gluttonous savage I have been…

Dreaming of love and what could have been…

Fantasies and fairy-tales are bound in pages fit for bookshelves…

Buried in hallow graves that they dig for themselves…

Thy words served cold with a shot of pain…

Warth down the throat, with the wooden hint of disdain…

My words rest amongst the floating stars and dim lit passages…

Ramblings unfit for the masses…

Pretentiousness I do seek…

How dare I look for a real life heart beat…

-Madamchryzl-