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  • Blues

    Empty and wasted, and my body pays for my sins Days come and go, nights are hollow, A mess of inchoate sentences finding their way out Dilated pupils, delirium seeks its road out into misery, There will be a sun tomorrow, a newfangled void, But until then, we have to live with ourselves...

    Tags: poem goth sinister desolation

  • The Mountain and The Sea

    Part I   Between us, you were the mountain and I was the sea. I'd endlessly talk, hours on the end, pouring myself out, but never quite reaching you. At once, you'd respond with a nod or make a sound in the affirmative. I could never make out if you were really listening to me. You loved m...

    Tags: Desolation Estrangement Blues Story Love Separation