The inkwell black obsidian lake
in this tomb, absence of light
and I, the quill dipping ink
before shadows fracture my wake
corrupting my mind’s cathedral
built of pillars and insomniacs
with an aftermath screaming insanity
settling in a heavy shroud
the sun cry in agony to be blot out
while the mayhem ruled
the evil dead celebrated
as the ground shift and groan
of nyctophilia’s bones for the night
haunting the silence of my fright
holding the breath, a cold embrace
in this gravity of sleepless deep








I enjoyed addin my part dearest Adagio I like how this came out thank you for the invitation ❤️
You are most welcome, Brenda.
I enjoyed adding my part dearest Adagio I like how this came out thank you for the invitation ❤️
Crim is a legend. Great collaboration you two.
Thank you, Nick.