I write. I make. I love all things mysterious.
Spitting into darkness, thinking it all relative. Grinding bones into dust, while calling others savages. Taking only for glory,
By Victoria Sadowski3 years ago in Poets
Raised voices in the deep fog, bloody lips with eyes bright. This is the depth inside us, this is the long road. Soldiers on the horizon,
Angry and filled with sorrow I weep. My hands entwined before three eyes. The past repeats its ceaseless woah, While the future hides itself away.
Dust covered window sills on foggy nights, Flickering bulbs made of incandescent light. These walls are old yet house the new,
Teach me, Or I will learn. Teach me, for I am lost. Teach me, for I know not. Teach me things that I don’t know, Things that will make you grow.