When I saw you, I knew: I could only belong to you, In the way only a soul can, Through combination of a, Cosmically cruel, Twist of fate and a, Cosmically cruel, So-called ‘will’. We laughed and we ‘loved’, … Continue reading Indentured solitude
When the time comes, That the light seeks a better audience, (Of virtue and number), Our story will be whispered, Echoing through the empty halls of our descendants, Yet unbuilt, “We have lived and laughed, Loved; Now there’s nothing left.” … Continue reading My Son, My Son; What have I done?
The dawn carried the whisper of a question: ‘Where are you now?’, As uncertainty rained down like acid on those, Now obviously, Fragile and stupid sand castles, Pretending like we were protected. Say goodbye to Tomorrow, For now … Continue reading The Age of the Young (Wo)Men
What would you do? If awoken with tomorrow at your fingertips, It was asked of you to shape, In a truly determined fashion: The Yet? I Would freeze. Let time slip into a standstill, Forever in definition Against transcendence; That … Continue reading Burn one down ( Again and again)
A practiced and oiled lie slips, Without resistance, Transforming the air through contamination, Into a veil to serve my obscurity. With a twist of fate And a curl of the lips My visage presents as pristine, Wiped clean, Breaking me … Continue reading The passing of Pennywise