ARC

Deconstruct my withered void

A slave to the algedonics

rhythmic pulse rendered bereft

I stand upon the altar lost

wind heaving my static cries

Beyond the veil in this deathless tradition

I plead to purge but the will is lost

translated to reflect below

I'm left blinded by  frost

Consumed within ties of blood

Reviews

[Stephen]

~~~ Beautiful ~~~ This write refreshing my mind ~~ like some cold winds touched my hot face ~~ blew me away to somewhere else with lovingly faith of happiness ~~ Great job!