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..
The trance of the solemn silence seeping through the stark eyes, Decaying in its own lapse, ticking perpetually in the pursuit of emprise. The whispers linger within, crawling dimly as if bottled up inside, As if captivated within the unfolding fear, within the widening woes they reside. The ocular sulk dwells among the buffeting blazes,… Continue reading The solemn silent eyes
The cold Jack frost breezes collide with the silk of the salmon jowl, And the surge blows the being as the enshrined memoirs growl. The satin subsoil slips gently beneath those rugged feet, And the homeless thoughts wander forlorn above the crippling sleet. The menacing silence falls upon the somber ashes of the… Continue reading Recurring memoirs
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