Noise
My head has become clockwork...
Gangling tree tops roof the wood
Intertwining themselves from where we stood...
Your delusional alter ego
lives in denial...
I look to the starry sky in the late night,
Bathing in the full moon's light...
Reflection is an enigmatic concept;
a 15 by 30 mirror frames my figure...
Harsh words and violent blows;
Hidden secrets nobody knows...
Poetry is art for the insane.
A minor keyed melody...
My screaming mind seeks peace
From the pronounced monsters...
Our agendas were written by two different hands,
in two different languages...
Thine wings of ash
Thy hair of flame...
Alone in the wilderness of a pitch black forest,
the only light roars from a burning ember...
"Stalker"
Oregano, Olive oil, and Garlic Loom...