as usualbeauty eludes me completelyyet i taste itat the edge of my consciousnessand dream i am drinking itthough whether wine or hemlocki am still unsurewith its bittersweet pricklesagainst my skinand caressing tendernessi suspect is the preludeto proclamations of desirei will never return you walk on streetspopulated by menseeming as treesbut… Read More »beauty

reaching for the dawn i suddenly collapseas i feel the carpet pulled from below my feetan unexpected noise woke me yet i imagined myself safeonly to search for balance and find nothing but fresh bruisesmy limbs ripped from their sockets while i lay dazedyet my life somehow extends as i… Read More »fallen