Tragedy To The Beast Poem by grezlay figueroa

The craziest thoughts are those that touch with the eyes.
the simplest feelings is that which blows from the tongue.
the air from it.
the form of smog. the dust from fog.
render me solemnly.
sing to me triggered asleep.
tell me a story to make me weep.
give me gifts to make up for it.
what you crave and hunger for,
i drink to quench my thirst.
when the bottle is dry.
its a tragedy to the weak.
and wealth to the beast.