Poems from Pheonix_of_The_Ashes
Vanquished
Blood boils over a scourging pot of hate and disgust! Eyes widen, steam erupts, volcanoes cower, and tigers hide, the devil...
Call it in the howl of the moon
is it there the blind eagle soars?
For do we see the mystic scythe that draws us near like liquid light...
Crow’s Ink
Life’s hard, life kills. It takes you away it makes your day. It leaves you in the dust, it makes you cry...
Vulnerability drips like water over your frantic orifice,
Mindless mice in se ar ch of governing beings that display little attentiveness...