Haunted Shores

Dark obsidian tapestry ebb and flow  
of an infinite sea whispering
on haunted ancient shores

Now ashes in dreams of cold bones
with a bottle of kerosene dreaming
of empty promises and echoes

With Soliloquio's lingering scent embracing
infinity of obsidian tapestry's currents
and aphrodisiac

Naked and frail decadent obscenity
with a fragrance of La Brea Tarpits  
and memories screaming

Burning edges rising from a shadow
of kerosene dreaming
on haunted ancient shores