There is a glow within this storm.A dying eye of light so obvious,it lures me to come to it.As light is soundless,it is a silent beacon fire.I will cleave through this fog with faith!So, within the absence of sound,I...
I shall not forget the moment the light died.
The glow of the candle pinched.
The stout wick breathes out
a fluttering string in defiance of death.
But it was time to die.
It was time to breathe to death.
What do we all think,
When...
Home, the encasement of my mind and body.
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The...
I’ve been laid to rest in eternities of cold.
Death vents no warm breaths.
The rigor mortis of my cadaver
constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.
They say Hell is hot - oh contrary!
The inferno keeps no dancing flames,
my abyss tis’ one of...
Eyes ajar to the dark, once blind to the light -
oh, your luminance so profound to me now!
An esoteric mind for a psychotherapist to test.
Inside, cryptic messages to unravel.
So obscure is the brain bridged to these eyes -
mysterious, almost...
hello dearest Daniel darkly brilliant write observing your thoughts on death ❤️