#innocences
If you love me so. take hold of me
will be going deep in thine abyss
I peck thee soft with sweet velvet lips
settle in like monarchs
sitting in thine empirial chair
wherth slow wizard trods
just passed the golden gates
each there own pod
over the sunlit hill
with trumpets sounding shrills
sauntering in the reflective pond
his royle holiness
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
With playful wonder and grass beneath my feet,
I watch young flowers bloom in the soft springtime heat.
A single drop of blood falls on a flower's petal,
the petal now stained with the sweet, sweet taste of metal.
This fragile, gentle flower is tainted, and in pain,
the beauty I lost before autumn will never be the same.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 11:01 PM UTC