When dreams fail The stars fall like crushed diamons Once they had spun as cogs Nestled together in intracate dance Now they lay as puddles of loathing And we consume their flesh Gorging on insignifigances Lapping up the pain Blinking at the luster light We grow sharp and hard Adimantian Kings Imperial and cold
Dark twisted loam Lay in ribbons Upon the landscape River clogging It choked the plane Drenched in the bones Of those who had made it Toxic leachate Spumes forth Nothing but their corroded skin Killing the life Already obliterated from within
The imprint of the pillow Ribbons pressed into skin Silken mind the smooth warmth of awareness A pressure calling you to the cold Gnawing grumble The hunger for the day
Mary a little girl who likes to be called The Berry Thinks she’s a canary and sings both night and day She churps to the sun and then to the moon Hoping the others will wake real soon She has a story she’d like to tell About adventures and magic spells Of the castle that […]