Weighed Down by Harsh Lines
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Settle in and sedate thy sin, for nothing’s left to die for,
tomorrow once was yesterday and will be so once more.
Tired in the creeping rot, held hostage by the door,
for pessimism breeds itself and finds there’s nothing more to store.
Eyes wide shut, then open blind, to shadows once of flesh,
no moments lost, no dates undone—just lust that rots afresh.
Too tired to read, the words unheard, cursed words muttered and said,
I rest my eyes, disguised in lies, and slip silently into the dead.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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