quiver
I touch
your skin is ice crystals
melt
when I
writhe and breathe upon you
your flesh
a maze of insanity
a labyrinth I lose myself in
this madness
I crave
and let myself drown
life
I need
the chaos in your eyes
scream
till it
gets silent enough to fade
this existence
of you
suffocating cold
you are
my angel
wrapped in skins of night.
YOU ARE READING
Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoesíaThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
