Escaping to the past with dark visions of the future while stuck in the present
Oh beautiful child, Descendant of the lost world, The sun had molded you from its palms until you were bronze, The brilliance left upon your skin is a gift and reminder of whom you serve.
By Sincerely Rob11 months ago in Poets
Severed sutures made of thorns constrict my heart, Which slowly decays from the corrosive toxicity, Exposing the valves to the cold blow of solemn embrace..
From our death We fertilize the soil To give root to beauty Which will live on beyond us, But what of us..? * Perhaps the beginning and end are one in the same,
I used to glide across the silken blanket of night Right when it shroud the Earth, Until I was cursed to watch the lights from high above,
Every night My mind is plunged into my subconscious Like a sunken anchor. Deeper does it dive toward the Hadal Zone, Where ignominious demons take form..