winter morning the smell of ozone disturbs the circuitry of living drones
Tag: freedom
madness is the only term for this: when stars and cosmic darkness leak from the edge of dreams
there are things in the mist that speak softly when you lose your way in the forest trail dangerous things that will deny you warmth and sustenance an eagerness for otherworldly deviance
winter dawn silence is declared sacred ground
swords replanted into the battlefield war never ends does it
certainty is gently exiled
the deep remembers every drowned face l
in orbit of an abyssal anomaly fish shadows glide
quiet now the forest grim appoints a new god for winter
fleeing mist the winter hill bares it all for cruel eyes
elancharan gunasekaran 