Mysterious, there is a madness
trickling down
your spine.
I hear you with the words
you have breathed on windows,
drawn with fingertips.
A cage, within your heart
lock yourself
up again.
I know the venomous dreams,
the chrysalides that morph to wings
and take to flight upon the walls of your mind.
A fragment, lies upon lies
you dwell somewhere between
heaven and hell.
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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...
