Poems by cantchangeme

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  • A spade in his hand
    Tired from his work...

  • Politely he speaks with incendiary purpose
    Rolling poison between his greasy palms...

  • The Keeper of uncertain worlds
    Spins the dice and rolls the wheel...

  • What do you want from me
    Tell me what it is you need...

  • Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
    But their music feels lost in the past...

  • Laid here is so strange
    A place without a door...

  • Slip (1) 1

    It's
    Covered in soap...

  • A palace built from the skin of dying angels
    Red feathers falling down...

  • "Who are you" speaks the king
    "I am death and but a small little thing...

  • Mourning the death of spiders
    In a mausoleum made of maggots...

  • A poisoned fog they prayed for
    Comes rolling from the lake...

  • Dark Web (1) 3

    A black screen fades to light
    And draws the text to the eye...