I breathe, and I breathe till the ticking of the time, Untying the knot, listening to the whispering chime. Tossing and turning, running away from what they want me to be, Till I rasp and repose, till I long to be set free. Tears made of acid seeping through the core, Rolling blunts in hell… Continue reading Just three words..
And he kept twitching for that quest unsettling, for that unwritten prose, For the words that were veiled in the immortality of the fusing echoes. Riposted in a dream lurking in the spilling tide of the nightfall, Too sacred to be defined that even the letters fall short to enthrall. A fatal toxin gently, unceasingly… Continue reading The silenced divine