In the darkness
The smell of burning
Strange looking creatures
Piercing eyes
Possessed
Hysterical
Endless
Forgotten
Crying
Through the night
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PuisiIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down
Madness
In the darkness
The smell of burning
Strange looking creatures
Piercing eyes
Possessed
Hysterical
Endless
Forgotten
Crying
Through the night
