Poems from Locke1
Let me tear your flesh, drink your blood.I feast on the pain of men. Do you feast on my longing? No one deserves me, not even myself. I am...
My fiery death stays clear in my mind,
With the previous ones before it,
I lay curled up in this new shell,
The hundred years, waiting,...
She heard his ragged breathing, but there was no one on the other end of the line.
It was another voicemail, just one of the many he sent...
I was not made for fire.
But that's what they created with time.
I am an accidental monster.
They can't put me into a cage.
I roam free,...
What am I, really?
Am I the lost child, the one searching for hope.
Or the old man, nostalgic for his own world.
Am I the fire, the fury...