‘ [...] Warm red links frozen deeply ’
a bitter topic for some :(
They work without logic, they follow mortals' emotions.
Thoughts, driven to a frenzy.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
About the selenophile, sitting on the balcony that night, pondering.
In the masqueraded society.
Just when I thought I cut myself on your tongue for the last time.
Then I simply imagined it wasn’t there.
‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
‘Are you art you are’ - just a palindrome poem. Thanks for reminding me, @chhr2103 !
It is, after all, your dream.
Purposely adrift in the echo of past mayhems.
I thought I was ok.... but my heart had other plans