buried mountains deep a spark of chaos gathers the stillness of stone to bosom
Tag: Singapore
we summon what the heavens fear hope & humanity from this frail and desecrated flesh
they say it gets easier by the hour this bloody debacle of listening to the mad gods’ whispers
dusk fire skies birth thunder in the shape of laughter
our feet rustle the leaves: part tune part terror half risen half forgotten
warped bodies brimming with words we were never meant to say
the ancient sorcery thickens pouring down from cracked constellations
dawn bleeds like a wounded beast as fires pale climb the stairway of kings
an ancient mirage strung from the green flame pillar of a twisted star
let me tell you a story of a blade that bears the weight of wars forgotten
