NEON ABYSS
- Dark Poets Club

- Sep 3
- 1 min read
By M.M.Wake

In chrome-lit streets I drink despair,
love’s ghost warm on my tongue.
Your eyes, twin knives,
unravel me
a martyr to lust’s brief spark.
I bleed beneath billboards
screaming happiness!
and laugh,
for even gods
die alone
in rented rooms.



