Poetry – Page 50 – A (wise) man of two faces

Breathless

Each and every breath
is harder to catch than a
swarm of butterflies.

Damn it.
You piece of shit.
Dirty motherfucker.
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Fuck you.

Our music choices
say much about who we are
they’re our souls in songs.

When all the pieces
fit together perfectly,
I feel whole again.

The scales of the world serpent
Rose together as one
Reached into the heavens
Devouring knowledge until
They became a god.

You glow like the sun,
you would embrace me but if
I had the courage.

I carry along
both the sword and the song
barely breaths apart
in the depths of my heart,
right where they belong.

Shining in the dark,
yours is a steady hand for
holding a keen blade.

Feral in the night,
you answer to your heart and
your own sense of pride.

My name?
I am the night,
a ripple in the dark,
a shadow on the wall,
whispers.