all that shimmers is not gold but glass cannons dismebowelling the vessels of mankind
Tag: fantasy
a conspicuous scratch on the wall of the heart just deep enough
a dash of spring to liven this grey
the memories of the weekend we carry with a solemn heart
morning after the calm the flesh picks itself up and heads into the chaos
hope is a dying trade and still the shutters are raised
a careless thought and the storm rushes in to fill the void
voices of spring consumed by the greedy fog
damp earth the eye in the sky floats amongst flowers
sleep tugs at eyes but the flesh defies the voices
