Tag: literature

the flesh metes out morsels of wrath by the pieces for the masses

soul searching denied by the cries of the summer crow

leading flesh into luna shimmering scales guide us from wave to wave

sit round the hungry fire and debate night’s purpose

nothing more to grief just the illusion of the summer moon in the sky

night bleeds slowly making way for day to reign

how innocent the incense until it chokes the life out of you

waking the flesh even night is amused by the tardiness of day

summer’s spine as a whip crack it lightly and feel

the dreams we choose to live just another trouble of mass subversion