It’s close now, the vibrations deepen.
The timpani drums beat their final refrain.
The sky cracks; hot, white lines of accusation.
Let it break, so I can breathe again.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
I made you the pedestal
But you fitted on just fine
You courted my imaginings
But the illusions were all mine
Some honest time has passed by now
In my pity, I still wallow
No blame, because you said to me
I’ve nowt but hidden shallows
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC