welcome to my hell-house.
good evening,
shall ignite my soul.
curtains of wonder,
veiling my insecurities-
afternoon-evening-midnight-drawnbreaking;
am I alive, or
a mere slave to my consciousness?!
winters are my favourite season-
winter cold and late-night bones.
romanticising the
tiny, lovesick gestures.
I miss all my
ghosts that are gone.
hiding behind
every fold of clothes,
every shadow.
every panic attack,
every dawn.
I miss
the gentle strokes of wind
on my dry cheeks of nightmares.
but not the suffocation.. ***********
figures drooling
over the black walls,
the red-yellow strips
of brain-freeze whispers.
goodnight,
dancing fingers
of gruesome passion.
goodnight,
world of
pretty, bleeding faces.
mangled veins of amber.
~A
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
welcome to my hell-house.
good evening,
shall ignite my soul.
curtains of wonder,
veiling my insecurities-
afternoon-evening-midnight-drawnbreaking;
am I alive, or
a mere slave to my consciousness?!
winters are my favourite season-
winter cold and late-night bones.
romanticising the
tiny, lovesick gestures.
I miss all my
ghosts that are gone.
hiding behind
every fold of clothes,
every shadow.
every panic attack,
every dawn.
I miss
the gentle strokes of wind
on my dry cheeks of nightmares.
but not the suffocation.. ***********
figures drooling
over the black walls,
the red-yellow strips
of brain-freeze whispers.
goodnight,
dancing fingers
of gruesome passion.
goodnight,
world of
pretty, bleeding faces.
mangled veins of amber.
~A
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