Blazing Hypocritical stars,
the many wondered gaze for mythical own stained shard;
Moon sings lunatics sweet warped sensations,
pour upon drawn lips in cessation;
Bath limbs swimmingly graceful within beams,
fury eyes conjure harmful deeds;
Diabolical demons bend me fluidly in trance,
hand in hand,
sway ever heated dance.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
