Thoughts of you,
Ubiquitous; the scales
Of anguis -h,
Layered so,
That the fashion
Of their vessel is
Smooth as glass.
And perhaps
Moving just as slow.
Crimson memories
Laid upon ochre dreams,
The pangs of which;
Sink, burry, pierce
The black, deeper,
Than any serpents fangs.
Wrap me in your coils,
Sweet Lamia; the scales
Of lament,
Layered so,
That the fashion
Of their vessel is
luminescent.
Shining like tiny stars,
Crying from space.
Laid upon black hearts;
Still bleeding red,
Beating silent, as
Larunda's lips, want
For my own psychopomp,
To lead me to
Dark solitude
Of my own Avernis.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
