Telling my secret Will surely mean death, but who Am I without love?
Month: August 2020
Bully
Laughing boy, knocks me Down, delicate features, sour Disgust defines you
Threshold
Sleazy elder god Crouching by the door, hungry For angry wishes.
Reality
You wake from the most Marvelous dream, again As always, alone
Breathless
Overwhelming, I Steal your breath as mine own, lungs Full, darkness, enclosed.
Parasite
Formless, black, creeping, At the corners of your mind, Making you its home.
Melodramatic Physician 