Lost swirled in the lotus of stinking nightfall,
Gliding through clouds of memory lost and memory found,
With
Jugular arched bare smooth desperate for sunray.
Impassioned strings of rhapsodies intertwine my fingers for
A raptured fractured moment before
Shattering into one thousand shrieks and shards tiptoeing between apathetic speckles on the linoleum tiles, laid so tightly in their ethered embrace, and
The ache of the ephemeral eternity of one sunset streaked like wildfire rests in the sorrow of our souls.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Lost swirled in the lotus of stinking nightfall,
Gliding through clouds of memory lost and memory found,
With
Jugular arched bare smooth desperate for sunray.
Impassioned strings of rhapsodies intertwine my fingers for
A raptured fractured moment before
Shattering into one thousand shrieks and shards tiptoeing between apathetic speckles on the linoleum tiles, laid so tightly in their ethered embrace, and
The ache of the ephemeral eternity of one sunset streaked like wildfire rests in the sorrow of our souls.
