Withered white turns yellowWith barely any pink left on the petalsAttached to a stemRottingAshes at the bottom of this vaseNo longer livingFor the mom..
They announce their arrival at the gatesWhere on hands and knees the misled awaitPraising the ground of disgraced landsSeeking repentance like meek li..
She smells of sage and sweet perfume Through snapping embers and smoky plumesHer voice echoes like the call of a loon While her body writhes like a ti..
This place,littered with only fragments of the chaos permanently etched in our minds,causes loops of confusion to play over and over in time.The falli..
The crystal-clear vision of high hopes guides my way through this cloud of cancerous smoke. I contemplate my existence and crush the remainder of my c..