Obsolescence shadows a dampened vista
A darkled stream of concussions...
Paranoid trips, from a mind going insane
Looking around I see only pain...
Waft of mist envelops me,
and heavy clouds...
Who am I?
I am a heart breaker...
Staring into a broken reflection
of tarnished imperfection...
I surrender
To the look residing in your eyes...
Mountains rose high in a sky turning
purple with splashes of lilac and gold...
A seraph, perched
Atop an opaline moon...
Walking at midnight in a garden of red roses
Revealing dark beauty, no longer confined...
The final debate:
The Devil...
(A Collaboration with Spoken Silence)
Venom...
Droplets of your sour blood collect and form a...
you stand above your gray dead body just starring...