Calm funerary monuments tramples the parched ground of this deserts.
The recoiled shadowy boredom submerges this incautious verziere of dreams.
Again the black flow of time defeated the chariots of the shining age and overturned in muddy fords.
Imbued in this fabric of memories the present of my dubious certainties, a worn edge of worn-out years where the past is pain and the wait has already passed.
3am thoughts, of my late cousin, for my late cousin and our early dreams.
My skin crawlsmy face fallsmy heart shrinks;You’re at it again. Your voice unheardyour tales unreadthe laughs unshared;You’re at it again. Shame floods my beingdarkness veils my worlddoubts storm my heart;You’re at it again. I beg and hagglecoax and seduce;How could yoube at it again?! The eyes have bled,the heart has cried,the soul has echoed…Enough. I …
I’m not a real boy;I am flighty, honest,lacking in manly wiles. ButI love like a man.Fiercely, sacrificially,open, fragile.jealously,possessively. Make me your all and only.Hanging on by chewed-up fingernails,hoping against hope,a deer caught in headlights. Butthere is only so muchmy mortal heart can take. I love like a man.
via KINGOFWALLPAPERS.COM There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear moreThan I did last night.I wanted to shape the cold breeze,And the pattering rain,And open your mind to mine. I want to lay my thoughts out like a morbid canvas;Spread the brain,Press out the creases,And show you the vivid colours swirling …
untitled for Afi
Calm funerary monuments
tramples the parched ground of this deserts.
The recoiled shadowy boredom
submerges this incautious verziere of dreams.
Again the black flow of time
defeated the chariots of the shining age
and overturned in muddy fords.
Imbued in this fabric of memories
the present of my dubious certainties,
a worn edge
of worn-out years
where the past is pain
and the wait has already passed.
3am thoughts, of my late cousin, for my late cousin and our early dreams.
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via KINGOFWALLPAPERS.COM There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear moreThan I did last night.I wanted to shape the cold breeze,And the pattering rain,And open your mind to mine. I want to lay my thoughts out like a morbid canvas;Spread the brain,Press out the creases,And show you the vivid colours swirling …