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When these white walls start to decay,
I want you to wanna pray…
‘Cause I promise you…. “pain”—
(that kind that you will want to go away)
As with time it corrodes in streaks,
You can almost hear its halls…speak…
A greyish-black tarnish that spreads,
Causing a domino effect to the rest…
How it promises a beginning, to how it bleeds.
And so, as it’s going to make your cheeks & temples tremble,
A beautiful reminder of those tasty sweets….
On October… that huge bag..Do you remember?
The way it’ll strain your head and your throat,
Rotten water that only floats
Such trouble that haunts your night’s cradles,
Witnessing umbras that breed pure terror.
Haha… I don’t see you smile
Like before, how much you laughed with no worries…
Now it seems you’ve been in a dreadful dile.
Like your face has warped in many centuries…
Don’t worry, it’ll only be an agony for a while…
Maybe hours…
Bitter clamors
Walking to a high tower
And to wait and wait
As the clock’s ticks grow slower…
How about a chocolate, as you wait my dear mate???
Rated for Mature(17+)
SWEET BEAUTIFUL DECAY
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Oh! This is sweetly, chocolate rot. Love it…chewable.
Thank you Atticus… I’m glad you liked my poem. Chocolates are always the best haha…