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DREAMSCAPE : WYVERNS
I am taking shape again
Vi coactus, in the darkness
Wading through erudite throes
And wordless echoes
These eyes without pith
In babel, scattered
Two yearn to disappear
To egress to yesteryear
Plague dreams, vulgaris
Hearth of azure flame as cold as death
Bedlam welcoming, embrace like pitch
Was my cat o' nine tails
The body moves and grasps for existence
The soul burns behind in the aftermath
Sheared in two by the waking void
Smearing any attempt at being
The beasts upon me, dread incarnate
Devouring whole my memories
The white palace of the mind
Discarded while blind
For only a moment, felt
Like it was a pace behind
Stillness, absolution bestowed
As a breath in murky depths
The sleep-well of iteration
Arisen
Wrongness screams
This place is not to be
Every thought fruitless
My stunted crescendi
Published 24th Aug 2024
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25th Aug 2024 12:11pm
First off..luvin yourchoice of verbiage...
I can feel your deliberateness.
Second...this took me back to 2014..
..intense shadow work
Much redpect
Naaj
I can feel your deliberateness.
Second...this took me back to 2014..
..intense shadow work
Much redpect
Naaj
26th Aug 2024 9:41am
1st Sep 2024 4:10am
Your work is very refined. I love the imagery. I would love to read more of your work.
1st Sep 2024 9:46am
