Tell me, show me, Something truly sincere "I'm sorry," doesn't mean anything To me anymore
Tag: Poem
Seasons through the Window
Every day, I stare out the window, A new example of natural beauty Playing before my eyes
The Maw
The children fade, Swallowed by The abyssal maw overhead, Just waiting for more prey
Into Me from You
The darkness that bleeds into me from you, It pollutes my soul like coal black ink dissolving into water We become two halves of the same twisted whole
Curse Within
She forever carried a curse within.
