Where Else My Poetry Falls

She swallowed the moon and wept in the darkness, like a whore who forgot to enjoy the pleasures of thousand sensual dreams. being the one she never wanted, and became the one they wished, she found despair in the long lost emptiness of somebody’s craving thoughts, as long as they stare at her she’s never a part of their world.

Water flowing under my bed red but not my blood, nor yours and I can see you on a hill middle of some melting clouds I see green meadows under your feet if I'm drowned and die before your eyes in this red river of innocent blood enjoy my death if it pleases your soul like how the death eaters celebrate while consuming all the darkness