Spirit Mantles

Spirit sucking mantles
Are stored in watery graves;
Where sprites are saved
From suckling mentals,
Where excreted secrets lay
Further than coastal manta rays,
So should it remain.

Alas,
A ghoul passes
Plucking one from
The watery depths
Past the cape.

The mantle is worn,
Ripped and shredded,
As its fringes bled,
While the ghoul
Knowingly traced
Ways to race away
From impunity’s pleas,
While it limply drapes
Its outlines,
Ordained.

-Sabs-

I’m Nice

Riddled proclamations of love
Prove to have been nothing more
Than trash slopped sewage sludge.

Oh yes, please go ahead,
Please waste my time
For the sake of your rhyme.

While I tend to your bidding
Doing exactly as you portend.
Just a puppet in disguise,
Pretending I’m nice.

While I decide
These series of unfortunate events
Have occurred in my head
A digestible truth
Compared to
Thinking that you’re dead.

-Sabs-

An Alien

Drip, drip,
Drop.
Your droplets of deluding sounds
Bounce off the surface of my umbrella.
I hear them,
I try to evade,
Then she sends
A down pour.

But I know
I’m not special or unique.

But sometimes
I like to dream
That I might be.

But I know I’m different.

Sometimes I feel like an alien.

But I know I’m not the only one.

-Sabs-

Biggest Liar

To say your face is beautiful
Or to say your soul is breathtaking
Isn’t sufficient enough;
These words that describe beauty
Lack the ability to portray
Just how beautiful
I think you to be.

But I will never say
Your face is more beautiful than nature
Or that
Your soul is more breathtaking than the cosmos
Because I’d be lying.

But I’m the biggest liar I know.

-Sabs-