P0$$e$10n Is 9/10 Of The $ore Poem by sean north

check this heart
and check this chest
in their place not
second guessed

round rings
for rituals and
cruel tools
for pain do
chase unto drive like
howling wind will rain

Try keep it all calm
and feel all this peace
needs live deep inside once
they found their release

it gets a colder cold
before
thoughts take flight

to where one can
keep one looking
like forever to
only see night

as wounded waves
cruel crashing crest

in two minds struggling
to get p0s$es$ed