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'...