Poems from w201415754
Thorny roses, so rare, so strong
My Wolf-Howls are the moons new song.
I flow through rivers, rain and streams-
I water her cheeks when she...
Eyes
Open
Tired
Unwilling to close
Search for hope, all night long
Hands
Hurting
Aching
Unwilling to stop
Keep writing, for fear of the...
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of...
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of...
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Snow cannot compare
To these white rooms
Even wool cannot warm
The impending mood
Silence is only broken
By the music of machines
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