Poems from Burgundy_
Is it only me?
This page is blank
Why is it only my pen that races across the white landscape? Is there something wrong with me?
Why is...
Ooo, it's eating you up from the inside, isn't it?
Ooo, the stress is building up. An explosion. An eruption.
All the lights shine on a...
I bleed misery.
I made love to a dragon, her claws
left scars against my chest.
Pink lines,
mark me as hers.
Her eyes were liquid fire.
I...
Pucker your lips so she may taste your essence.
She is starved for your meat.
Your milk shall be her drink.
I am Shapeless.
A Villian to an arching Hero.
I am a Pest. A Slug.
A Menace.
Forget MANKIND.
I am pushed. Punched,
tugged in all sorts of...