in graves of boorish lands
a livingness so fake
riddling away this void
amidst the autumn race
with blink of bleeding heart
memory seeped in pain
she hangs upon his sleep
stale as love remain
but though may demon heart
pull voices in a head
and shrink below her weight
triumph as quitters dead
to find itself holed in
a crypt of blinding dark
dystopian consciousness
rejected cut spark
if faith shall fade and choke
in throes of emptiness
risk streams of million thoughts
set freeze in mindlessness
he'll find himself alive
near oasis of hate
her cascading blue eyes
crashing inferno's gate
for in his dreams as if
twisted lie angry shores
an accident of life
she drifts as nervous smoke
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
in graves of boorish lands
a livingness so fake
riddling away this void
amidst the autumn race
with blink of bleeding heart
memory seeped in pain
she hangs upon his sleep
stale as love remain
but though may demon heart
pull voices in a head
and shrink below her weight
triumph as quitters dead
to find itself holed in
a crypt of blinding dark
dystopian consciousness
rejected cut spark
if faith shall fade and choke
in throes of emptiness
risk streams of million thoughts
set freeze in mindlessness
he'll find himself alive
near oasis of hate
her cascading blue eyes
crashing inferno's gate
for in his dreams as if
twisted lie angry shores
an accident of life
she drifts as nervous smoke
awaiting a distraction
that permeates this soul
as fragrance of wet earth in monsoon.
