It's back again,
gnawing...
Static hunger
Gnaws at my bones & tears at my flesh...
I said to him, "Flattery will get you...
Except there...
Gazing at the yellow horizon
as the sun surrenders its light...
Wonderful it is to me, to see a book thats writ,
with sense of upheld elegance, and otherworldly...
I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...
This time,
I wish not to...
Maybe the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach...
These weapons are made
with bad intents otherwise...
My pen
screams nightmares...
The Summer sun is nice
Hot breezes that sometimes cool us down...
The mystic forest is my dwelling.
It's amongst the tall spindles of evergreens...