Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2018
Oh my tree
blossom child, winter wave-like
eyeshadows and equally
cold stares. Silently

screaming with a closed
mouth. Who ghosts
trough out alone.Β Β Do not

waste your lungs
to ponder. Wolfs of
now might starve with summer, but

the hounds of old will
continue to hunt.Β Β Alas
not sap drop of pitty

do you deserve. You in
cherry cyanide light who
washes in tears of sugar.

The lycans will at last
tear your ephemeral skin. And you'll
learn to slay beasts like man was meant to
Kristaps
Written by
Kristaps  18/Cisgender Male
(18/Cisgender Male)   
637
   Fawn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems