A fission of soul

Thou art destruction To believe anything other than this would be a sin for within, the fire within, it lives where it is kept in check by the crease of thine own mirror’s aging visual sorrow where it can only be seen peripherally so it is quite invisible until the moon shatters the disguise if … More A fission of soul

this, December thing

~ As cobwebs grow while we sleep so does this thing this, December thing … How it throttles, suffocates and destroys how it becomes a pestilence within the silent beats of winter this, December thing … The emptiness of broken promises echoes from the sorrows of children to the sorrows of this, December thing … … More this, December thing