Warlock's Tears Poem by luke holt

Warlock's Tears



Lilac sea and stars’ abundance
Thick lackluster turquoise fragments
Years and years of dreams’ upheaval
Warlock’s tears and archfiend’s headache

Burning desire
Makes soft fingers feel like knives
Burning desire
Makes the mind seem unforgiving

White chilled wine and seaside morning
Don’t care much for sweet merlot
I’ll plant my seed into your garden
And make that barren garden grow

Blatant rupture
Topaz flame
Make some room for subliminal fallacies
Doodle with crayon, prolific yearnings
Making heartache tumble madly

Burning desire
Hot pink embers
Violent spasms
Burning desire
Beautiful eyes and twilight hounds

Cigarette burns and opal moonlight
Gasping breaths of pond side air
Wraith-like shadows drown in streetlights
Blind rebel yells and eternities resting
Bellowing shrieks of lopsided beauty
Crooked
Contorted
Smells like abode
Rosy cheek smiles and harlequin whispers
Shielding black sunlight and harvesting headstones

Burning desire
Tastes like toxicity smells like regret
Burning desire
Light-blue inferno and lavender trees

I cannot whisper
The whole world must know
Allow me to answer
The answer is no
I cannot contain all this built up despair
For who can resist one
So quaint and so fair
Life must fast forward
The clock has to stop
The pain I can’t fathom
Defined in one dropp

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luke holt

luke holt

fullerton california
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