And then you shall die.

Embedded in the swamps of paroxysm where I see no constant paths or pavements chipped walls, chipped florals, chipped winter cascading all through my pale face in delusions, in fallacies I cracked the seeds of opulent hypocrisy of yours once I shall do it again, and again, and again and again. Till you split like… Continue reading And then you shall die.

Scissors and Thorns

Penumbra, walls of construction, destruction black coherent cathartic squalid eyes numb crooked vertebrae floating in the liquid air, my body becomes a coffin. Enfeeble basket of black roses resides in my cracking eyes. I take a pause, and visit the old creaking house, haunted and mahogany drooling over my burning piquant skin, I feel a… Continue reading Scissors and Thorns