Art by – Instagram -@septembrenell @bookaboutyou Arcane my ink, For i write my blood, Don’t seep, don’t cry, Stay – lurch words of my. Live my poesy of dark, As alive as dead, Birth in my perdition, Enclosed in my envision. A mirror of tarnished , Discern the untold alexithymia , Like a Thavma […]Read More Feed the still..
Everything is precisely a fib, Laze under deep, to wake you up at death bed, For the life , you must, For the death, its heretofore there. Shh, don’t cry, you’ll be eavesdropped : schizophrenic. I wish to sour, to taste the sweet zephyr, Can i, can-i be unfettered…Unfettered from the chains of anxiety, that […]Read More Extant Letter…
Trembling with heavy thoughts, Should i drown or should i let go? She fostered a defensive line, a line of hate; So high to say a good-bye. Strangulating to found herself on a bed, a bed of guilt, maybe. She haunts me, Screams : oh please, love me, love me, as she came. Inaudible to […]Read More Lucidity..
You susurrate underneath , Like a damsel: to disarray her, To let it be a naked feet, You lie there: all blur. Opulent pain of euphony, In a forest we meet, Foxy but asynchrony, Embrace: your fire and heat. I learnt the unlearnt, In all my wordy still, Sentient in my blunt, And extant in […]Read More Derelict;
Amidst the tainted fibs, Obliterated all the light, Blood seeped through the nibs, Perdition to forget the might. Swim into a reverie, Lost the first ebbs, Gloom and arbitrary, Sombre; spider webs. Beneath is deep, i know, i know the story of a deer ; cried for the days of aliveness , ran and ran […]Read More Unsheathed: an ode.
Weep, yawp, weep, yawp, O’ life, o’life, why doth thee exist? Like a starry sky, where’s the cloudless clime? In a day i born, in a night i fight. I may , or might not? Descry, descry, descry, Listen to an aphony mumble, For the dark i pray, for the solitude i stay. Would thou […]Read More Dilapidated!
Rideth upon infidelity, Ov’r the night i dream, Gasps my breaths , Where are the stakes once i fiend? Hail of pyrrhonism , Braved all my lost hypothesis, Fostered by illusions, What my myth once has praises. Made of black rose, Sextus and sexta lay Waxed in fire and the light, Adieu , adieu , […]Read More Ode to murk:
Died, esoteric cries of pride, O’ love, dream a might. Strode on death, how far is alive? Guffawed the abhorrence to bide. In a forest , she slumbered, Envisaged eyes, unencumbered, Story i screeched is unnumbered, Voice ,of a humbird. Dry, like a dessert, Cactus, so hassled. Why this life is not lucently castled? Does […]Read More Dirge..
Yet, dolour affirmed the fib, Perfidiously died in a lap of autumn. Help, help! I am alive, seems like already forgotten. Astrophil urged Stella, Dirge of angst in a slur, Wait , wait! He hung fire for the love of her. I try, i cry, yes i unfold, i die, Let the darth befall, Espy […]Read More Opaque..
The night unroused, In the mist of lazy flakes, To live in phantom, And to forget all the stakes. And thence all lies spoke truth, Grey days in the lust of pang, O’ evilness behold, To the old days of swang. Lived from a snake bite, Found the undreamt mirth, Paradise , O’ paradise , […]Read More Benumbed.