For the sky needs not the light
shut away the love, bring on the night.
A million midnights dwell within these rooms
filling them with unsightly gloom.
And I gasp, and I beg
while phantoms dance in my head.
Then I slash, then I slice
every inch of this wretched life.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere 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...
