life is beautiful, painful, mysterious.
a beast i could never comprehend, outside of it.
It started as a whisper in the wind. The siren’s song that marked my death, began as a whisper in the wind. Icy shards gilded with silver as sharp as a serpent’s tongue;
By utsu kuru6 years ago in Poets
The fire crackles on, smoke dancing in the breeze; my journey halted by the sudden appearance of the blizzard. Currently, I’m sleeping by the fire; it’s too cold otherwise.
I want to die. I'm not sure whether these words are true but as they leave my brain and form on paper I feel, relief. I find shade against the incandescence of life, in the shadow of death.
believe me, i hear these, awful things inside my head, you should be dead, i think them sometimes too you know, my feelings move from hot to cold,
we're on the precipice, we're on the line, the beauty of when our times intersect and our lives intertwine. i don't wanna just share space next to you
the heart that beats within me, the same within us all, you stab at me and at yourself, you're surely bound to fall, it's not bred it's always learned,
