Poems from blemmerman
A taste of things to come
Could make a third eye blind
A half bottle of whiskey turning lucid dreams into pieces of sky
Bitter sounds of...
His motives bore fruit while bare hands coiled around necks without composure
Weeping without sound for every second wasted on...
This red stained horizon dances wildly to the burning tune of our rising generation
Where we will rise again and flourish in the peace of...
Now never ever live with regret, or it will come back to haunt you
So don’t you ever even forget all the things that complete you
Now how...
Hollow moons harvest without hesitation, devouring every last ounce of fighting spirit
All while withered minds contemplate breaking the...