Poetry She has my eyes

[Noahhatesme]

My open wounds
Sharp as a dead dogs breath
She gouges my eyes
Holds them bolth in her hands

I miss her glow
The yellows, the blues
She lives in the walls
Pushing them closer to me

The warm hug
Of reverb and bass
She creeps in with a dance
Her skin made from the waves

Her voice grows louder
When i beg her for space
Her claws dig deeper
As i swallow her whole

So i lay in bed
Cold sweat down my face
I wake up, though im groggy
My eyes are back in place

 

[ChemicallyEnhanced]

Tell her to give 'em back! You need those for seeing!

Loved the poem btw

 

[Noahhatesme]

Tell her to give 'em back! You need those for seeing!

Loved the poem btw

Thanks lmfao

 

[RareForm]

Her voice grows louder
When i beg her for space
Her claws dig deeper
As i swallow her whole

Is the conclusion thus, like David's stone, that entity defeated?

 

[Noahhatesme]

Is the conclusion thus, like David's stone, that entity defeated?

I wish.