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1.1k · Apr 2015
Comatose
The Noose Apr 2015
Violent effort lay waste
To writhe in distress
Body and spirit
Passion in my paint
Fading like cigarette smoke

The overlap of lines
Suffering or hardwork
The familiar bother

Visions of brand new skies
Over the hill
The slither
Into the portal
Of false hope
Fabricated gaiety
Broken glasses
Never half full
Golden gates sealed by fate

The thick mist
Of pessimism drenches
The aftermath
Of trampled dreams gone cold
And the ones
That ran away like children
Leave me comatose
In the hibernaculum
The wings of mirth
Never wanted me.
1.1k · Sep 2013
The Noose, around my neck
The Noose Sep 2013
Most days you choke and sometimes you breath.
You're suffocating and bruised from the noose around your neck.

Creating problems in your head, haunting yourself.
Driving your  mind into the abyss.

Never mind the arguments
You're too exhausted from fighting yourself to fight anyone.

It's always the internal wars that are the most impossible to win
One can't escape themselves.
1.1k · Dec 2013
Electronic Message
The Noose Dec 2013
Like a designer drug
An electronic message from you
Via a cellular phone
comprising of dull text
With no promise of a lengthy dialogue
And a somewhat dismissive connotation
Leaves me strung-out

And like my tipple
Gin and peach juice
Leaves me blisteringly intoxicated and crazed

In sheer shock
I then detonate
Like those chemical experiments done by the scientists in the laboratories of research
1.1k · Dec 2013
Undertow
The Noose Dec 2013
I am the poison ivy coiled around her feet
Rendering her motionless and helpless
With lesions covering her body

She loves me violently and without limitation
Offers herself as sacrifice
In the hope of seeking my emancipation

Succumbed to the disorder, once again
My area of expertise
Mutterings of my meaningless sorries evaporate in the air
My head stays bowed
Just a relapse away from my demise

Immersed in water
Caught in the cruel unrelenting undertow
The weight of my burdens dragging me down
Sinking now
Suffocating
Suffoca……
This has no direction, will edit it when I'm feeling inspired.
1.1k · Nov 2014
I want, I want
The Noose Nov 2014
I want to fall in love
With a man who knows
How to calm trembling hands
And kiss shy eyes.
1.1k · Aug 2016
Atoms
The Noose Aug 2016
Atoms once enmeshed,
Dispersed
The essence of void
It lingers on
Adoration of these
sublime bones you possess
With which I built a cathedral
Whichever soil
Those steady feet may tread now
My blood recognises you still
1.1k · May 2015
Adorer
The Noose May 2015
He kept pounding
On the door of her heart
Athirst for the scent of
The bloom of the plant  
To absorb the decadence
Of whimsical charm
That which seeped from her being
Irises that bled a rivulet
Of scarlet roses
Conquered a man
Dictated by a savage desire
To bathe in
The impalpable shimmer
Of her pearl white hydrangea
Adorned sun halo.
1.1k · Oct 2014
Adrift
The Noose Oct 2014
A life non-linear with time
Head in hands
An avalanche of thoughts cascades over me
Cast adrift into no man's land
A wedge between reality and I

The fluidity of these words
Tumbling out of my mouth
Echoing
Forming a stain
A pattern in my psyche

Maybe one day
I will write of sorrow no more
When it seizes to exist
1.1k · Jun 2015
Echo (2)
The Noose Jun 2015
Something in the wood took you
I try to find pieces
Of your very being
Tucked beneath some moss rock
Or underground
In burrows of the thick and tangled undergrowth

Amidst a stillness
Tainted by an eerie drone
Suffusing the atmosphere
Traversing a terrain
Devoid of landmarks
I follow faint footprints
A sullen scent
I can hardly recall
A dulled voice
Sifting through the pine  
You are not there
All that remains of you is
An echo of an echo (of an echo).
1.1k · Nov 2013
Like a child
The Noose Nov 2013
This independence they speak of seems like a myth
I dipped my toes  into the vast waters of the reality of life
Only to be overpowered by the immensity
Making me retreat back into this place
Where I have remained
Incarcerated inside of myself

Just a conglomerate of disorders
Inhibited by chemical imbalances
Needing constant reassurance
Like a child
Pathetic

My desire for nothing less than perfection outside of this unreality
making me cling on to apron strings
That should have been severed many a moon ago
1.0k · Dec 2013
The architect
The Noose Dec 2013
Built with the strongest bricks
On this shaky terra firma
Cracks in my foundation
The structure still *****
Towering walls
Assembled with concrete
To shield..
Still under construction
I am the architect
Of my destiny.
1.0k · Jun 2015
Impalpable
The Noose Jun 2015
I do not want to be the shadow
Trailing in your wake
Grasping at your impalpable luminescence
Or the tremulous hands tugging
At the hem of your trousers  
I am moth. You are flame
The dying sun in my horizon
I can turn you into poetry
But I cannot make you love me.
1.0k · Dec 2013
Do you remember the time.
The Noose Dec 2013
I haven't really laughed since 2009
He said,
He then divulged his struggles
As I did mine
We spoke of the mutual regret about not keeping in touch
But with conflicting schedules, relocations and studies
It is comprehensible we veered in opposite directions and lost contact

My estranged bestfriend

We reminiscenced about the time when we were school kids
In stiff shirts, massive floppy hats
And giant blazers we practically drowned in
How eager we were to go home
When the siren went off at 3:05pm
The shanenigans at the pavilion
In sixth form
When we were the lords of the academy

A strong grip on my giant mug as if it were the holy grail
Stirring my something that ends with cinno
Huddled in the corner of a cozy eatery

In his company once again
it felt as though I had arrived home where fire burns incessantly in the fire place
On a winter's night
With a soft blanket over my shoulders

We laughed about my truancy
And how he got kicked out of the ruby team on account of his rather lanky physique
He imitated our biology teacher and tears flowed down my cheeks
That kind of laughter
You feel in your core
And your whole body shakes

So captivated by the various discussions
We both forgot to sip on our steaming beverages

He narrated a few short stories about the events
that have taken place since we last conversed
I in turn narrated mine or lack thereof
He emphatically tilted his head to the side
God, I had missed those gestures of his
It all came flooding back
His mannerisms
The way he moves his hands when he speaks  as if he is trying to literally hold the conversation

For what seemed like a lifetime Before saying goodbye
Dead-eyed
We stared into each other's eyes
Almost as if to telepathically say
Do you remember the time
When we were so alive.
This is rather tedious, pardon me.
1.0k · Oct 2013
The Escapist
The Noose Oct 2013
I am forever in a state of delusion and dreaming that blinds me from reality

I spend hours imaging the most perfect version of myself that I want to be but fail to be
I convince myself reality is like what I’m conjuring up the realisation that it's not, crushes me
I am always surprised every time
Like it's something new

I am standing behind myself waiting to step inside myself and embrace reality and embrace the person I am but I cannot because I hold my hopes in the person I could be

Sometimes I feel like I want to step outside of myself but every
attempt I always fall off a cliff

I want to peel these layers of ******* I am hiding under

I am searching for the calm
An end to these hideous emotions that have become a burden

Dizzy from going around in circles in this tiny world with such an insignificant existence
Repeating the same behaviours
Being eaten by the same conflictions
I have been fighting demons for years
And I have spent a decade fighting myself when I should've been happy

Sometimes it feels as though the
walls inside my head are caving in
My head is caving in
Scraped knees, dirt in my finger
nails from the muddy ground of
my tortured mind in a vain
attempt to crawl through the
spaces back to reality again

A prisoner of my own mind
how does one escape
themselves?!
I can't find the door
There are too many corridors
and clutter
I have to create my own door
Through the top of my  head
1.0k · Apr 2015
Fading Mirage
The Noose Apr 2015
Fading mirage
Like the sun dying
Down over the highway
You took your light
And infused it whole into another

I buried you
Among the ruins
Of discarded daydreams
The ghost
Of what you made me feel
Hovers

Tapering on this broken
lifeline
The tiny speck of blue
Blooms into a field of sorrow

Fading mirage
Like the sun dying
Down over the highway
You took your light
And left a hand print
On my door.
1.0k · Oct 2014
In Bloom
The Noose Oct 2014
Something in me won’t let me be
It rots in my viscera
The fusion of wretchedness
It persecutes
Seeking me in my safest haven

Re-birth of emotions
In bloom
Dismantling the foundations
Of a strong resolve
I no more possess

Night won’t let me sleep
Once more rebuffed by mirth
Deleted by the light
Hollering for design
In the confines of a cardboard box.
996 · Mar 2014
Rubicon
The Noose Mar 2014
Wear shame
Wear it well
The saccharine faded
All that you cleave to
Is sticky with rage

Crossed the Rubicon
Only to plunge
Into the burrow of circumstance
Your pillow remains infertile
Path, dreary

One relapse from settling the score
Trail the footsteps of your forefathers
As the earsplitting ticking time bomb ticks
The enchanting nights of levitation are numbered.
979 · Sep 2013
Melodramatic Exit
The Noose Sep 2013
What would be great?
To rip myself away from here in one melodramatic exit... but...
I am so entrenched in this existence
Motionless

I'm peeling myself away instead, bit by bit til I'm completely gone.
My body is still here
My spirit has moved on to new horizons.

Happiness isn't guaranteed
There is a possibility I won't find anything but loneliness.

I fear the door of opportunity will never open for me
My hope dangles on a breakable string.
fingers crossed tight
It's not the bleeding that will **** me, it's the hope.

It's just geography, change isn't certain
If (when) I leave my mind leaves with me,
My demons will leave with me.

I hold my hopes in a new land
Perhaps....... I will be a better me there.
974 · Nov 2013
Unrequited
The Noose Nov 2013
I admit
I am pathetically in love with you
Frightful it might be irrevocable
Girl pining away for someone whom she's invisible to
The oldest story in the book

I pale in comparison to all the others
I know, I get it
Not aesthetically gifted
Perhaps if you had taken a peek into my soul
You'd have found how stunning it is

I grow more delusional by the day
envisioning how your hazels would sparkle
When halation encircles you in auroras fluorescence

I am wrecking my brain
Trying to sound profound
Words splattered on a page are all I have to offer sometimes
Verbalisation fails me
I suppose I'll have to be content with this unembellished declaration
( which you will never see)
It feels organic anyway
I am plucking all this from the bottom of my heart

As I force these feelings to wither away
I attempt to convince myself that this was just perhaps an inflated crush
I am saddened by thoughts of what could have been
It burns
The catalyst I need to move on is my acceptance of the fact that even though we live under the same sun
the problem is, it doesn't cast the same shadow
970 · Jan 2014
Just lines
The Noose Jan 2014
Cheap wine will entwine with
***** dreams
As we fall into an idyllic slumber
Our hearts will thaw
And come dawn
we will feel again
__________

Hold me close
The ceiling is giggling
The furniture is conspiring against me
___________

Pretty girls foaming at the mouth
And other pleasant imageries
__________

Trip over your carefully crafted trickery
Tumble down the bottomless grave
You dug for the betrayed
The exquisite sting of karmic balance
969 · Apr 2014
Dry Land
The Noose Apr 2014
The wind is roaring
As though it wishes
To make a remark
Doused in mockery
All this rain never did wash away
The sadness in my bones

The waves are crashing
In disturbing intensity  
Against the pearly white sands
Of the shore
The sea of melancholy
Whose waters I swim
Is calling my name  
Yet again

All roads lead to ruin
But I would much rather
Traverse the wilderness of this life
On dry land.
966 · Jan 2014
Pardon me
The Noose Jan 2014
I am the compulsive liar
The occupant of the sleeping quarters
Two doors on your left
Down the passageway
Tread carefully on the slithery porcelain floor tiles
Mind the shells
Mind me

I am the pretender
I do not look you in the eye
For fear of you peeking into my shattered soul
I bury my body in swathes of fabric
This, what you perceive
Is a carefully cultivated illusion
I ache to eject myself
Out of this repugnant figure

I am the nuisance
With a hint of remorse to keep me human
The whiner
Draining you

Please pardon me
As I seek
Absolution from overcompensating.
965 · Dec 2013
The dependent
The Noose Dec 2013
That hospital gown really
brings out your hazel eyes, baby
Your crippling self-loathing
Affinity for Alcohol abuse
And drug dependency
Make you so magnetic
Girls do love a troubled twenty-something

Those dilated pupils  must really  pull them into your merry go round of calamitous habit  
Leading to nowhere at three hundred kilometres per hour.

The only grip you have is on that bottle of two dollar brandy
Desperately scratching away at your epidermis
Puffing cigarettes as though your sanity and  life depend on it

Voluntary admission at the place of rehabilitation
The third attempt to mend your broken self
And purify your soul
Knocking at death's door
This time it will be different, you say
No one is holding their breath.
965 · Aug 2016
Carry
The Noose Aug 2016
Fading sun's saffron
A reminiscent of the light
In your eyes
This balmy breeze
Remembers my bones
As it used to carry me to you.
957 · Oct 2014
Acidic
The Noose Oct 2014
Engulfed by the deluge of magnetism
Senses torn to shambles by desire
My being cannot fathom
The unyielding sensation
Of weightlessness
It ravishes
This acidic intensity.
955 · Feb 2014
Lethe
The Noose Feb 2014
In a sea of boiling blood
Skin peeling from bone
Sempiternal purgatory
In diablo's abode
The realm of darkness
And disgust

Gazing at the abyss
The bellowing of a thousand
Doomed souls
Trembles my very bone

Soul left stained
By pervasion of impurity
Expunge these earthly sins
From my consciousness
Rinse my veins
Beautiful lethe
Lethe - A river in Hades
whose waters cause drinkers to
forget their past/earthly life.
950 · Nov 2013
Doldrums
The Noose Nov 2013
I woke up this morning with an appetite for self-destruction
Yesterday's consumption of ******* piling on today's woes
Making me ill

There is a hollow in the pit of my stomach
Something is brewing in my heart of hearts
Come dusk it will overflow

The fear is settling in my blood
Running through my veins
My alkaline blood turning acidic

If anyone needs me I will be in the doldrums.
947 · Mar 2016
Perforated
The Noose Mar 2016
Silhouette of dreams
In the perforated horizon
The mountain devoured my sunset
As the City collapsed into the deep
An ethereal downfall turned pungent

The unwavering black crackles
Drifting through a
Meandering rivulet
Devoid of substance
Funeral of a heart
Held captive
In a blinding forest
Never to unfold

Harshly the menacing wind
Carried my dreams in it’s belly
To leave fragments
Whose trail lay strewn
Like raven martyred roses
Someday I will  learn to love
The barren earth
Which holds me
In the moon’s embrace
942 · Mar 2014
illusion
The Noose Mar 2014
The embers of melancholy

Were eternally ablaze in their bones

So they would be reminded

Day by day

And never forget the severity of it

Lest the illusion of joy blinded them.
941 · Jan 2014
Day 7
The Noose Jan 2014
Deprivation or consumption
The familiar quandary

I traverse this treacherous world
With a mind crazed by ravenousness  
Satiation is the ultimate fail

Bludgeoning the lethargy
With this astounding
Inexhaustible fortitude
I seem to possess.
One word : Fortitude
939 · Feb 2014
Untitled
The Noose Feb 2014
My dear
I have never told you
I used to be jealous
Of the moonlight
The way it got to kiss you
Goodnight on the cheek
It cut like a knife
The yearning

In your infuriating eternal oblivion
And I in my juvenile infatuation

I would love nothing more than
To watch you smoulder into ash
By the flame I carried
And kept burning for you.
936 · Sep 2013
Pieces of string
The Noose Sep 2013
Pardon me if this does not make
any sense

Do you ever feel like you spend
your life constantly putting
together pieces of broken
strings, you never really solve
any of your problems instead
you just mend where there are
loose ends but the knot is never
tight enough to last long
because at some point the string
breaks and you repeat and
repeat and…..

Do you ever feel like a piece of
string… liable to break, you
once were strong you once had
a resilient mind but now every
little land slide causes you to
break and each breakdown is
different because the more you
have them the more they take a
toll on you, crushing you…
leaving only what’s left of you, a
scared little girl with a soul that
was once full of life but now
just shrivel and cold.

Hundreds of pieces of strings
are strewn on the floor and
they resemble how you have
failed to control and contain
your life. They resemble tried
and failed ideas that did not
work out. One solution fails you
grab another string… to put
your life back together… it fails
you grab another one and so on.
What happens when you run out
of string? Disintegrate? No
because you’ve done that a
thousand times already.

It’s all a vain attempt to escape
yourself, so you fantasize about
hanging on a string and you
quickly dismiss that thought
because even though you don’t
know who you are you do know
that is not the type of person
you are. You decided to stick
around why? Curiosity. That is
the reason you’re still here.
934 · Dec 2014
Faceless Ghost
The Noose Dec 2014
You stand haloed in visibility zero
Injecting atmosphere
Into the grey
Your smile reeling me in
Like elastic
Unbridled fervour invading
Shattering convictions
This hazardous state
Of wanting you
Akin to an ****** haze
In the heart of winter
Wilting in the air of mystique
The consequence
Of what you do to me.
922 · Dec 2013
For Sale
The Noose Dec 2013
Crippling anxiety :  On special offer, no returns

2. Depression : Free shipping

3. Bipolar : 50% off

4. The acute self-doubt and pill habit package, buy one get one free.
Hurry while stocks last!
911 · Jan 2022
Untitled March 2018
The Noose Jan 2022
I know you when you delicately stitch the fragments of your unbecoming
When everyone else is reaching is reaching for the sun
I know you when you ache to swallow it
When you rip through yourself
Searching for the skeleton key
That will quieten the longing
The cure
Vague, elusive
I know you when your love is sacrificial, ******, clingy but real.
written in March 2018
910 · May 2015
Worship
The Noose May 2015
His name lives
In between panic ragged breaths
The essence of man
Perfection,
I will never hold
In my trembling arms
He is the wavering ocean
I am just a pebble
In a still pond.
907 · Jul 2014
Brutal
The Noose Jul 2014
And sometimes
The wind blew
Ever so brutally
In announcement
Of fear’s arrival
As it seeped from the walls
Of the fortress
That became a prison
And into our quivering hearts
906 · Nov 2013
The war
The Noose Nov 2013
In my veiny skeletal  hands, is a war
One which I did not start
Just a innocent bystander
Watching my solid foundation turn into powder
Reeled in involuntarily
Siding with one party
Making an enemy of myself to the other party
A war which wasn't mine
A war I was not shielded  from
A war that ended long ago
In my mind the war is still alive
I know not why I carry it with me

Like the scars on the  flesh that covers my carpus
The scars in my mind run deep
They will never fade

In my frail heart therein lies memories
Of a past ought to be forgotten
The memories I cling to
To fuel my hatred
Like pouring diesel into a burning fire
Sustaining this fury that burns inside of me
Lugging resentment like that massive suitcase too big for you to carry

Forever the oversensitive one
These overwhelming emotions are taking over
From here on now rationality  has been lost

This war will be my demise
Bitterness in an incurable sickness
903 · Jan 2014
The untitled poem
The Noose Jan 2014
The love of my life
Is a simpleton
Lagging behind
The timeline of life
Late in acquiring ownership of tangibles
And other worldly nonsense
Society deems necessary
Making him feel inadequate

A late bloomer
With a heart riddled with regret
And hands that carry the burdens
Of his forefathers

He is a knowledgeable man
Of a quarter of a century old
Humour pours out of him
So much so it should be unlawful

He is a composer of melodies
A metal head of sorts
A homebody with an affinity for alcohol

A lanky physique
That adds to his appeal
Pale brown eyes
That glisten multicoloured hues
In the light of day
Darkening blonde hair
Coffee stained teeth
A sincere smile that warms your heart
And the most exquisite nose I have ever seen

He tucks away his bloodied
Bruised heart
Always guarded
Masking his true nature
So he can be “that”  guy
The noble one

He belongs to no one
Someday, soon.. he will
I dread the arrival of that day
For he will never be mine
To worship
My inspiration has been in the trenches lately, don't mind me I'm just gonna dig it out with a toothpick!
897 · Feb 2015
Inferno
The Noose Feb 2015
Ethereal drift
In the debauchery
Of dead devotion
Suffused with anarchy
No more
Hollowed out fervour
Fragmented
And carelessly
Stitched resolve
Awaken the inferno
Of ripened emotion
To set the core ablaze.
896 · Aug 2018
"I shall die"
The Noose Aug 2018
"It was a dreary night of November
That I beheld
the accomplished of my toils
Remember that I am thy creature
I ought to be thy adam
But I am rather the fallen angel
that now drivest enjoy
for no misdeed
everywhere I see bliss
from which
from which
from which I alone, am irrevocably excluded
I was benevolent and good
misery made me a fiend
make me happy
and I, again shall be virtuous
but soon he cried
I shall die and what I now feel
be no longer felt
soon, these burning miseries
will be extinct
I shall ascend fume up higher
triumphantly
and exalt in the agony of the torturing flames
my spirit will sleep in peace
for if it thinks
It will  not surely think thus
Farewell.
"
892 · Nov 2013
Turning Tables
The Noose Nov 2013
You sat on your throne built from the fear you instilled in us
Proclaimed yourself sovereigner of our minds
Shackled us to the hem of your blood stained trousers
Created a prison built on futile wrath

The multiple personalities you own swapped roles
The good, the bad and the ugly
When the good revealed  itself all of our hate melted away and we saw this beautiful side to you
You would then play the victim
Appealed to our emotions prompting us to abandon all reason

The vicious cycle recurred, like they always do
It's as though you fed us ****
Fed us full
And yet we still came back begging for more
Such fools we were to believe your redemption could be found

We burned in our rage
Broke the mental chains
The ******* king with a murderous game had been overthrown

Now you lie on your death bed made of thorns
The crows are cawing in the distance waiting to feast upon your remains
Not a ounce of guilt over  my utterance of the fact that you got what you deserve and more

It's not hard watching you shrivel.
891 · Sep 2014
Cold Nostalgia
The Noose Sep 2014
The late afternoon sun
Whose heat dusk
Would soon to absorb
Sifted through the window
Exposing particles of dust
Lightly strewn
On the glistening cement floor
Of the passageway
It must have been September

Daisied grass beneath my feet
Ladybird crawling
Along my fingertip
A fleet of autumnal birds
On the wing
Above me in their hundreds
Their remedying cadence
Humming and resonating
In my head
It must have been September

Swathed in the air of content
And absence of dissonance
Silently without warning
The light of september
Faded with the light of day
To bore the fathomless
The eruption of chaos
When my coin flipped
As I slept
Happiness or sadness
Out of my hands.
885 · Sep 2013
Throw me some rope
The Noose Sep 2013
I would drag my soul to a better place on my own but I seem to be stuck in (my) cement.

I'm lost in a sea of confusion, regret and hopelessness
I can’t face that fatal drop
Life could be amazing

A profound sense of fear, that completely erases all my hope.
I need that reassuring gaze of yours to make it all melt away.

There's a gaping hole in my chest  from when I ripped my  own heart out
How was I to know I would bleed endlessly

Throw me some rope, grab my hand and never let me go
The road is wearier and you're all I've got
882 · Jan 2014
I have resented you.......
The Noose Jan 2014
I have resented you for many lifetimes


Your smile
Irradiated my darkened room
Filled the vacuum
In abundance
  
Your presence was an impermanent antidote
To this..... state

You were just a mere mortal
With this unfathomable effect on me  

I have resented you for many lifetimes
The way you took permanent residence in my heart
The way you carved your name into my bones
The way you departed... this life
To leave me... like so


Perpetually chasing your ghost

Until I become one.
875 · Mar 2014
Hazardous Care
The Noose Mar 2014
It was kindness
That wore the heart
Only to leave it resembling
a tombstone swathed in ice
A certain kind of profound weariness
That made the blood that flowed within, congeal
866 · Nov 2014
Tinted hue
The Noose Nov 2014
Dreams like boulders
Cemented
Onto weary shoulders
Fingernails bled a scarlet tinted hue
From holding onto precipitous edges
Face turned away from the almost
Gazing into the crevice
Of an unpromised tomorrow
The glimmer of borrowed sunlight
Waned and the foreboding returned
The grey became the author
Of all that she was.
861 · Feb 2014
Colourful Cataclysm
The Noose Feb 2014
Bodies on the floor

                   strewn.....

Like vermilion

                    martyred roses

The ****** handprints

                         On the wall

Could pass for contemporary art

It was a colourful cataclysm

                                   In red.
856 · May 2014
Colourless
The Noose May 2014
Old hopes
Conversed
In hushed tones
Or not at all

The maddening
Clock ticks
Inflaming
A sense of urgency
The pungent suffocating
Stench of death
Draws closer
And surrounds

How unsettling it is
For the sun to
Keep shining

Smiles
On their faces
Do they not see
The troubles
The shade of ruin
Impregnating the skies

Bound by limitations
And yet all they perceive
Are iridescent rainbows  
In a world without hue.
856 · Jan 2015
Ardent
The Noose Jan 2015
Chasing your impalpable light
With my arms outstretched
The ardency
Of debilitating need
Polluting veins
Sleep walking
In the corridors of habit
Mumbling your name.
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