A Space for Reflections and Musings
Just an orifice at first, I feel queer at first, Then comes to fore lust, Combined with insatiable thirst. I know not what to do, Except tell father, “Not much ado,” But can I deceive the paternal Who knows my truth eternal? Then opened up the eye, My throat soon ran dry, As I stared... Continue Reading →
Before the gates of perdition, Your blasphemous life of addiction, I see you wet and palpating, I am your dreaded ghost reveries. You see me not past the curtains, As you like a fool seek atonement, You feel me in the atmosphere, A shadow lurking within shadows despaired. You hear the hounds bay,... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 