Strip back the skin Slip into oblivion Open the cavity of my blackened heart Void Pulsating in throbbing hands Alive, but dead within the shell – The red ink spills Warm the liquid runs Through fingers and limbs and broken … Continue reading
My soul creeps, in wails of scattered leaves, violins howl in woeful sighs. Buried under a heap of bones and debris. Skin aching on skeleton traipse. Days pass over, hours tick on, in pale longing, my mind can only wonder, reminisce your smile. In weeping I frail, in the wind I diminish, a dry leaf blowing against the gale.