We stand together on the precipice of love-pain with mixed feelings my palm drenched in cold wet Doubt you have been here and
By Ash Knight3 years ago in Poets
I saunter slowly Seeking out my prey With big hollow Eye sockets I view the crowd Weaving and grinding To the beat beat
Grimy streets Acid rain Smell of steel and grit. Moon hides herself from the seediness not here to illuminate
Your glass love has been shattered I am sorry That this hateful heart Flighty soul Has damaged yet again
My life, my friend, has always been Topsy-turvy Filled with experiences that my pen Has clearly found just shy of worthy
My dreams lie on the floor, quite dead Dove-gray upon the white tiled floor Leaking liquid heat, bright red. They hear everything that is said
The night is still and cold, the moon a mere sickle throwing the weakest light upon the world. It is silent but for the crunch of snow beneath unprotected feet.
By Ash Knight3 years ago in Criminal