Poems from katy2015
Dreams die;
some after the dreamer deceases,
some before.
Perhaps this is because the world,
restless and translucent, demands great...
My mind is a labyrinth of riddles and mistakes
And stories my heart yearns to share.
My mouth is numb and stiff,
A silent machete...
I've made a deal with Mephistopheles,
One signed in crimson blood.
I resigned a significant portion of myself
To a hell in which you can'...