Your cousin

  Do dreams happen, like any tendril of space happens,

  I don’t know, I'm off rhythm, old and thirty,

  Spider bites, walking on silk, do you trust the thread,

  When strings pull and truth echoes, dreams and whispers of you,

  Like he’s working for it, his effort,

  Just for your mom, the cookie crumbled,

  This is where I landed,

  Kiss an altar, whispering,

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  It’s a notion, homie…

  Bloodflow

  This poetry is a depiction of the universe inside of me, so deep, like your mom’s panties,

  Whispers of release, this game,

  Is it on, active in the night,

  The full moon shines,

  It’s bright, whisper, I have something for you to taste,

  Broken skin, hallelujah, it’s a notion…

  Fangs

  Step one, prepare yourself while I load the disease in the syringe, how do you make a vampire, you offer him the Philosopher’s stone, and then leave him to prepare for his eternal life,

  Who else, raise their hands,

  The beginning, a trap card, going through the motions,

  What fills a cup, who doesn’t know how to fish,

  This cup, is it active?

  Cigarettes after sex

  Alright, loading the next syringe, to get to the next level, you have to cheat once in your eternal life, or prepare to watch it all play out the same, so many spider webs, am I going to be eaten, next season, hoping to pass, the rhythm and beat of life, what was he saying, castles in the sky, never went fishing, and I never landed, floating on an idea, is it unnatural…