Submissions by LuckyBastard1 (Nemo Omen)

Trembling,

shaking,

foam.



Teeth

bite the

tongue.



Blood

echoes

dark.



Light,

dark,

light.



Headache.

Blood.

A4 - the tone.



Foam.

Spoon;
Hold
the tongue!



Am

I

Alive?

Epic flow of thoughts arises
Isis blessed me with her dome
Moan as she liquifies my throne.

Alone, I speak the essence of Logos
Ouroboros on my neck
Speculatively I tighten the rope.
Grope for my grave and vivify the bones,

Close the line
Time itself dare not to change
Arrange the dots into a form
Conform not to the edge of meaning
Swimming in the sea of ones and zeros ...