You look towards the setting sun Burning like the fever in your head Like the ring of fire encompassing you Like the blurred opinions of your immature head You look towards your favourite twilight sky Teaching you lessons of your clogged existence The crimson trail of clouds it leaves behind The sky playing peekaboo … Continue reading Crimson.
If I could write you a sonnet The sky would be my paper The stars my ink, the galaxies my words Even then, I wouldn't write Because when I think of you Thoughts fail, words give up Stars fall, in shame As I give in to my soul Where the beating of your heart Is … Continue reading Music to my soul
The ice cold wind Puncturing hopes. He went ahead Where to? Unknown. Life, he sighed. A monster on his mind. Scaring him. Scarring him. The sun was never hotter She walked ahead with her will Dropping, dropping. Growing up. The need to stop But the urge to finish. She walked on. He faced them. Once. … Continue reading Monsters