edge of cosmos the alcohol works its magic
Tag: Elancharan
the grey world explodes into neon
thought train running on alcohol and grins
slow crawl to the light end of tunnel
moist soil soft hands plunge in
leaves hang lifeless death a thin thread
consoled by artificial lights an itch remains
moonrise winter demon climbs the spine
a scene of emptiness in disarray cold chairs
trial by light waking becomes nightmare
