Poems from Goth.child
Yesterday is in town with man’s opium
At the corner of the relapse
At every lane of every synapse
Waiting for any that craves the height of...
death has been called to order
skies draped in cumulonimbus ravens and crows
time in procession and light disconnected
he is gone and he is...
lover come lay with me
leave marks of your presence where i am weakest
let me sooth your grey moods and caress your blue body
with the...
I wonder what is the purpose of us
Of you and I and the sparks that ignite at the mere touch of our lips
Of the golden years that brought...
If hope was a feeling, what would it be?
The tingly sensation of a hot shower in the morning
The rush of the river as it makes its way to...