moth priests of summer feeding the fire in ritual sacrifice
Tag: freedom
what if the voices in your head form your community
rain stains the lens and the world we knew turned grim and grey
a mist covered hill dreams of becoming the sea someday
the cobbled path into nothingness eats at the soles of pilgrims
paper lanterns pulse and orbit a dreaming corpse
the summer fog constructs false memories of pleasure
from hollow bones of oblivion a beast of prophecy is birthed
the ash beneath our quiet feet inherits the language of the gods
limbs tangled rot in crystal sleep
elancharan gunasekaran 