• foreverseptember 6w


    Blood ran from those words,
    Between the stanzas hewn,
    Witchcraft must have been at work,
    In phases, like the moon,
    To pull the tides of consequence,
    Onto the shores of change,
    Shipwrecked, all souls lost,
    To ghosts of love, deranged,
    Calling back to the days of life,
    That flowed as red, and dark,
    As the veins that tied in nets,
    To drown the virgin heart,
    Like a sacrifice, denied,
    They remain as wholly dead,
    Misinformation churning,
    Marooned inside my head.