Shout into dark, deepen the word.
Dark
Tag: late
Antiflame
Drawn to Dark, you antiflame. Vibrations will not stop, still it turns. Threaded and lost in the eddy of fear. My bleeding gums shine bright.
Hour of the Wolf
I am awake in the dark, pretending otherwise. Breathing slow, remaining still. Dread crawls the ladder of my spine.
Whisper
Rushing winds on stagnant water. Life’s elements decay in dark. Reaching out, your friends now gone forever. The shutter dulls a ceaseless pain. There was a time I may have whispered into you.
