I stood upon the grey steps of Atrifore,
Bitter water greeting my feet with cold mists,
I stood with the ghosts of dignity and valour,
My broken body wishing to return to my tryst.
Stone steps cast their hex on my weary soles,
My cobalt eyes burned as my mind twisted,
My martyrized soul still struggling to regain control,
Ice winds serving as salt in wounds self-inflicted.
Feet submerged I stepped into the sea,
Silent howls tore through the ashen sky,
Mind numbing under this chilling syncope,
My flesh sank under the waves to die.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
I stood upon the grey steps of Atrifore,
Bitter water greeting my feet with cold mists,
I stood with the ghosts of dignity and valour,
My broken body wishing to return to my tryst.
Stone steps cast their hex on my weary soles,
My cobalt eyes burned as my mind twisted,
My martyrized soul still struggling to regain control,
Ice winds serving as salt in wounds self-inflicted.
Feet submerged I stepped into the sea,
Silent howls tore through the ashen sky,
Mind numbing under this chilling syncope,
My flesh sank under the waves to die.
