Faithless by Mech

Mech | Oct 4th, 2022 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Lost in translation
Hanging upside down

Front in the race
Chase the insatiable hunger

Believing her own lies
Starting her own wars

Instead of through
Why not swindle

Willing subscriber
Sign her up

She will drink the poison
Award her the winner

Dance with the demons
Here rest she

Faithlessly departed
Holder of nothing

Poet Bio

Mom and poet

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