A Tarot reader
can't explain...
Letters entangle as my speech webs
like a black widow, it flows and ebbs...
He gave her this rose
the petals dyed black...
The childhood house lies in ruin,
no words left to say but I yell anyway...
Crisp was the quill that bled his likeness.
Feeble was the hand by which his vignette was...
In my carefree dream-like hours,
I stumbled upon a grieving mother...
Nausea in my chest,
like the butterflies...
Notes of silence slide over my body,
I lay there breathing in pure oxygen...
Grave digger, grave digger
Send me on my way...
Noises lurking deep in the shadows,
As haunting the soul destined for the gallows...
It seems we’re staring at the same wall.
A blank sheet with all the ink in the world and...
Demented solitude
A ravens calling...