martes, 28 de marzo de 2017

🌑sātÿrėss pøssėsiøn

Shot goes off
and control's gone by far,
the satyress concordia
possesses my whole self
at one huge but agile bite.


Each day I cry my angels
by their fall,
but I can't avoid thinking 
how wise my demons
made me become.


I see now 
crystal clear, in fact
that outside is
nothing but
what I wanted
all this time.

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