My heart is a machine
it burns of earthly flames
the coal of my desires
furnishes my needs
My heart has a dark hemisphere
upon every hour of every day
inside me a part does conspire
to fester my mind with disease
As my heart turns
so does my dreams
splitting apart shadows from light
the pages of my thoughts read:
Do not Enter
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
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