Shade

An underlying
Stink of rot lingers within
your sweet aftershave

Eyes that once shined bright
like a fluorescent lightbulb
Now mere hollow chasms

Spider veins travel
from your brow down to Yellow
Tinted fingertips

Your heavy whiskey
breath knocks me out and I dream
Of the man you were

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2 comments

  1. Founder of ilovemusic · October 27, 2014

    There is an amazing sparkle in this poem! It just stands out in a beautiful way! 5/5

    Like

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