Submissions by nyctoauris

In a dessert of convulsing flesh, my spirit wilts, the lonely pale petals groan for the water of a lasting sensuality. The shards of light against the infinite black pane strung along through the echelons of time and the promise of more to come is the only aliment.

Many sins have banished me here and by my will alone. The pride that these feelings rest on is crumbling ever so slowly. They say the universe is eternally in a state of deconstructing it's self, well so am I. The pairing of a lone spirit--a passer-by, an old friend--with mine, seems like the only element my nebula needs...