When billowing, quicksilver clouds Dissipate in a dream And the mind awakes to enact its sleepy life As if shown on a screen I wonder, are you but a memory To remind me of today Or does your vitreous probe Divulge a world so desolate, far flung, far away Or is it a sign A… Continue reading Mirror Man
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Rotten Wings
I am decieving death, hiding from sorrow’s gaze. making sure the dark angel with rotten wings can not find me crumbling to the ground, the silence is terrifying, no light.