"underoathed" poems
As i blink into horizon I see a game that has a hold of me. I withdraw a card i face in agony. My pathway driven by dark harmony. I cant grasp for another thought. I start to brainstorm on my mercenary in advanced. I would like to escape to the sea. I cannot see when the dusk leaves. Eventually i will destroy all my enemies. To my ancient lovely ones, i shrine my possessions. I will sit still like a rock barrier underoathed in so much unbalanced water.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC