At last
my bloom is withering...
for some reason you’re anxious,
the day and night are not forgiving...
I don't want to exist
I want to be a ghost...
Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...
I happened to search your name
even though I deleted my socials...
The darkness in me
is as vacant as I am...
In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...
In a time long ago a girl lay in the woods
Her wings dirty, halo cracked upon the ground...
a quest is a kingdom
a quest is a king’s kingdom...
Will we find each other when our worlds grow cold?
lost between the there and now...
How heavy and how
impatient is the river...
Separation is
the only way we prevail...