Saturday, February 4, 2017

Once Told: Twice Hidden II

Told my vampire soul,

       Pretend I never needed wings, Sell each feather for parts, Silent becoming is the immortal hiding within this ancient linear essence entitled existence as it's ruin endures devilishly on carrion parade, Leech-fucking-off the enslavement of 3rd invisible world lives never labelled yet dying as children...

In lieu of our luminescent graves,
Lit by the sea we drove from ice