Ink runs dry like tears I’ve cried like memories of Year’s-Passers-By. Love’s bluff cloaked in Lie Borderline’s vines’s leaves all dried. A-Self set aside in Stone, beside the Ink I’ve Cried the Life I’ve Dyed. Love’s Perfume: Cyanide Love’s Eternal Suicide.
Category Archives: Convolution
Devoid Of A Void
Red reverberations trickle but the Scarlet kinds Stab. Scarlet Eyes something I… will always find. Scarlet Eyes something I… did not design. Clinging to Hope A-lone. Suffering the inverse of Singing. Scarlet eyes cry by Suicide She Dies. Scarlet Eyes Dry. The Child Inside Is Still Alive. She is Devoid Of a Void. She PerceivesContinue reading “Devoid Of A Void”
Shmoo
I think I am one life, one memory cloaked injury shield hawk guarded field I think I am one hazy sunlit shade reflected fire blade craving another run Never done, un-won stroking heat beat, back beat street meat I think I am one cheap cheetah tearing raw flesh praying for vulnerability Continue reading “Shmoo”
