The Lyan’s Dive to Franklin 5

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.

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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”

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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”

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