Poems from Erysian
I try as hard as I can,
to fight this battle,
but sometimes I just can’t win,
and the ennui enshrouds me,
in its dark miasma.
I have...
What is this cloud that hangs over my head?
It follows me like some form of dread,
Waiting, watching, readying the strike.
I fear the...
Some days I am fire, some days I am ice,
Some days I am darkness, curled up in vice,
But all days I am human, all days I am me.
It is...
Feel the darkness under your skin?Whispering, Whispering and drawing thin?It’s rising higher, ever so high, But it will come crashing from...
What if all we are,
Is the product of a dream?
Some slumbering mind ranging far,
Projecting us from the stream,
Of thought and delight
As...