Clutch Poem by Mon Uero

bathed in fate
he loved the pain
claimed his fill
content in a glimpse
the dialogues came
and conquered lamps

eyes closed
all played silent
to know nothing
is vaguely divine

snatching bonuses
original lies
endearing eyes
made to war
behind translucent doors
he thinks it's perfect
give it a thought

it's getting hotter
the alarming air
spoil me something
when i wake up

the whole world is watching
puppets point their strings
spark my fire, i'll be the critic
accomply and wear accessories
we will tear it all