I felt as if I was in a daze. Gold and bright orange leaves crunched underneath my combat boots. The path I traveled was dimly lit and framed by trees that looked like gnarled fingers. Ahead I could see a ticket booth. This is a dream. This does not make...
Will you prick my finger and suck the pain away?I thought I buried you deep within my head but you clawed your way back in.You are the stigmata on my hands.You are the scarlet letter dripping wax on my chest.I can taste my regrets on your lips.Singing abo...
You haunt me. In my dreams you smell like smoke curling in the night. Your skin is etched with the esoteric and the occult. Fog billows when you walk past me.Out of your lips come words of leather and sweat. I dampen at your very being. Can you be the hun...
