Tag: monostich

left right left left right left until the world is dead cold

the void lords would be mighty proud of your dyfunctionalities

a wish upon the star that never shone

the braveheart walking into the blazing sun that is all that matters

death just another stat on this finely manicured piece of paper

desire the name of the game we used to play

the skinny state of ego crumbles into a million pieces

without a doubt you make the night young again

hair standing on end as we raze the hay and succumb to the smoke