Unlatch the door
let the leaves blow in
I caught a glimpse
of who I could have been
Nathan's wrath takes me
wide apart
I was done before I tried to start
but now
in quiet I still believe
I'll overcome
this fucking need
to grieve
but I wonder...
©John Edward Smith Jr.
a solitary record of the Blackhole disease and the Queen’s advent, shattering presence and consuming love
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The Ritual Of The Abyssal Gaze
THE RITUAL OF THE ABYSSAL GAZE A Throne‑Realm Rite Before the Queen I. PREPARATION OF THE CHAMBER Light Dim the room until red and black ...
No comments:
Post a Comment