Asciduosly Yours
My inflatable memories are falling from the sky.
Yearning to dance on broken glass.
Just take it easy, don't let life pass you by.
No not me, I just don't have the time.
And all I'm searching for are the answers.
To why nothing ever goes the way it should.
Now I'm feeding off these necromancers.
An antidote that never tasted that good.
Bleeding out to see another day.
There's got to be another way,
cuz there's so much left for me to say.
This is too unbelievable and so unretrievable.
Falling so fast, like an angel with clipped wings.
Just breathing in slow and taking it in.
Dieing again, but rising again.
To become a necro's slave.
Drinking from a dirty fountain of youth.
Crawling out to see another day.
By: Tyler Creed Mabry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem