Publicerad 2010-02-26 16:05 av Lordslig




the womb

like painful sores
of distant sadness
drawn out
upon the light
dark shadows
and ageless creatures
of steel and time
as told upon a tablet
born from the womb
of severed flesh
a thousand colours
merges with the mist
into the black holes
of another apparition
spewn forth from the light
crumbling under the dust
of yesterday
and its broken souls





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