we're bare we're naked scratched and torn our tongues still sharp rip at our souls where do we go... so full on empty where do we go... so full on empty
The poet's path is a lonely torturous introspective pilgrimage into the depths of the divine and the demonic.
The planets bend between us, Stars sparkle in your eyes, A great gravity pulls me to you, Your smile becomes sunrise There is no sense of time, No space in between, Just a world of possibilities, Magic we've never seen