Descent Madness

world s is so alluring to the ears, pleasant
and cordial in respect that hold every
heart to open the sky, even thou the world
shout to ponder the deepest soul turning to
blow

burn down the echo, the lashing teeth
calls to cry, for the tears never stop in the
flames that hurt the sweetest skin it glow,
hold then the scud missiles the fingers keeps
on its countless day, withstand the darkest
day to past the dark smoke sky of pain

yell! my heart the bacon oh! lasting peace,
deep thou heart please the pain that slash my
tongue I adore, for nothing matter than
to listen the madness of dream to close, sleep
then loneliness moment of shouted joy, until
the light comes to an end

come savor the day I close, my dear soul …

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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