for the arts we scream and sink into the very stage we were birthed from
Tag: fiction
resounding and depleted acts of rabid tantrums
what will the ego be when we are no longer that which we claim to be
outgrow my madness and I just might call you: friend
displays of the morbid dark by sanctified divinities
dark before dawn from hallowed ground crows depart
winter night we consent to this moment of chaos
crawl under the finest rags and deem ourselves: royals
fickle and shrivelled morsels that go by the name of dreams
winter a slip in the wrong direction and the world laughs
elancharan gunasekaran 