The sunset is held captive over the horizon,
By effervescent ignorance,
Of the masses;
Who stare at the universe with eyes,
Like broken records.
There are archers in the stars,
Who fill their bows with the world's,
Shoestring nonsense.
Aim with one shot,
Of genuine bullshit.
People have been gathering apprehension,
Cosmic weapons.
Splitting spines in two.
Living with the claim,
Misunderstood.
Back where the ghosts stalked,
I lost a thought.
"They don't matter,
None of them matter."
It roams unsound.
The night is collapsing,
In levels of esteem.
This dawn binds itself to,
Lethal expressions and fighting words.
I lace up my sutures,
With scars from yesterday.
this is my favourite poem that i have read of yours, babe.
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i would like to talk to you about punctuating your poetry though. wanna hang out and write together one day? :3