for the arts we scream and sink into the very stage we were birthed from
Tag: freedom
resounding and depleted acts of rabid tantrums
what will the ego be when we are no longer that which we claim to be
from station to station the abyssal machine bringing darkness to your commute
river crows en masse not to greet the dead but to nudge the living into the afterlife
dusk we can barely contain our urge to seek the hum of machines
more than delusions the prospect of serpent tongued dangers
night seeks the confines of our flesh for a tasteful encounter
outgrow my madness and I just might call you: friend
displays of the morbid dark by sanctified divinities
elancharan gunasekaran 