Twisted Poems
Rot, Mold (Pour,issure Moi,sissure)
by Bill M Paiement
The Rot is a favorite of mine
As deep as she’ll drag me
I’ll enjoy every stain
and end up carcass
This fleshy pleasure
Of cinnamon odours
And deadly reality
Shall still make me dream
......
And the World was Lost
by Author Reinvented
The Hero tried to save the world,
Plunging into chaos
With clever words,
He gave them clarity
And stole the lights from their eyes.
The Hero's hero became the Villian
Trying to save the Hero
With desperation,
And a game of cat and mouse
......
Rot, Mold (Pour,issure Moi,sissure)
by Bill M Paiement
The Rot is a favorite of mine
As deep as she’ll drag me
I’ll enjoy every stain
and end up carcass
This fleshy pleasure
Of cinnamon odours
And deadly reality
Shall still make me dream
......
And the World was Lost
by Author Reinvented
The Hero tried to save the world,
Plunging into chaos
With clever words,
He gave them clarity
And stole the lights from their eyes.
The Hero's hero became the Villian
Trying to save the Hero
With desperation,
And a game of cat and mouse
......
