one eye sees too much: burn bloom become
Tag: freedom
drink in the black become god or become dust
words and dust to scaffold the fragile world we’ve created the question remains how long will this last?
the incense trail finds the frail mind and the illusion of paradise crumbles
look within and ask what will the quiet birth this spring night
flesh stilled by glass spires stabbing at the dark side of the moon
the soft breath of mist over the hills in silent decay
a thousand eyed tree at the end of a decrepit tunnel questions your sanity
lips burn as serpents and scaled beasts slither free reshaping reality
the sky is not blue but the memory of a pale god unmade
elancharan gunasekaran 