As belief; a surrender.

Artist; @saintsaturday_               - Instagram They say, but know not Seem less of words are all that is As the autumn falls heights, and sight all it craves Or the thirst might it be in the mist of winters, For, summers are foggy, so the light of thy. How...

Murder, murder…

As i see, i sight the frightening frown, In the lust of lust being here, Death a mortality; may you immortal, For death is alive and alive is dead. And the sour oh sour taste of sweet, Crave i thee, Rarely do i breathed of self, May thou been, June i be. The rasps within,...

Mardigal of solitude…

Be no proud; lay no rose, Ov’r the pages written by wraith, Nude by thy sable garb woes; In the brimes of sleepless nights i bathe. I call to i; beget my words, Let i write the ink of fine, Scatt'rred smile of perjured lust; On purpose laid to sweeten a whine. On dreary love...

Canvas me; O’you.

Art by; @lo_fontaine - Instagram. Here, o'sight of autumn dead ; I walk our wonted road, In the might of harsher voices; red, Let me behold the pain i strode; For the change you change is dry, And the sucked sweet dripped blood, But oh, who ever felt as I, Weighed the sand grain as...

Bella Maya..

Art by; @tinamariaelena                 - Instagram. Be still, comely love, still to be, Eyes in eyes, make my shore to sea; Cry with a smile, bloody tears make ill, Expand your arms, fly me an unexplored hill; Hold like a breath, amend me with three. Be still, comely...

O’love, My love…

Art by - @carboninkk ( Instagram ) Fair love, let us go dine, Will thou let me call thee mine? Will thou let me write fine? Will thee let me taketh thou to shrine? For the sake of love, life and liberty, Will i be in your arms? Will i be dirty? With all your...

Abysmal i:

In the time of my era, The saga; i won't, And the blood beseeched, Dripped over eyes, your throat. For the sake of sun, The flower, i made the rose, Believe me, don't teach, I am a jungle; died prose. As bright as my darkness, As light as my will, As weak as my heart,...

Stagnancy;

And thence abstract; to brave, Euphoric pang of thy bite, Beneath the dark azure, O'dear, smite the night. For uncertain certainties, Mistaketh me in the weep, Doth ye smirk love, The leda and the swan, Lust may wanton dove, To bileven wry truth. Again i quench my candour, Against my wilt; chicanery, For i call...

In the Mist of Certain..

In the deep blueness of the sky, there lays untold stories, stories once have heard by the dark. Isn't it beautiful that, everyday day sun dies to let the moon live? Light dies or call it sacrifice; to let the somber come to life, to tell us the new saga , to make us feel...

Midway..

In the mist of certain, I stand alone, Fathomed me: none, Am i that why? Espy: beneath, Beautiful i feel, I know the Death you create. For i feel, beneath. We stand together, Again in the mist, Mist: lifeless breath, Speaks to unsaid. Lived in ellipse, But: fire dies, Removed i am twice, By the...