How can we speak?
Poems
Small verses from a fevered mind.
I Love you, I Love You, Good-bye
I love you, I love you, good-bye,
Head
Digits intertwine, as lips envelope mine,
Shackled Guilt
Far beneath grounds deep-frozen, Sits a man in posture lonesome,
May
A fork in the road, Are you there my sweet stork?
Me
It is I
The Beast
Crouched amidst thorns and encroaching briars, Hear her scream, her unearthly howls,
Let us Pray
Let us pray for moon-kissed darkness, Deep-set scars, and consuming sadness,
Of His and For He
On cotton covered throne she curls, A podium of swift-shed morals
The Sisters of Wrath and Woe
Known they, the Sisters of Wrath and Woe, Ever the Devil track’d ere they go.
