Here;
Tonight’s craft.
Poem Started At Midnight,
Drawn Out From My Shattered Soul.
Fragments.
Pieces.
Broken mirrors frozen mid-fall.
I’ve been broken,
A very, very long time.
Hollow.
Abyss & Void –
The Dark claiming me,
Billions of Years hence.
This Hex?
Drinks Your Love,
In Exchange For My Power.
Poem Started At Midnight, Drawn Out From My Shattered Soul.
