• alisdaire_ocaoimph 9w


    I have to many
    Of these floating
    That gather
    from no where
    Filling the mind
    To the find
    That it needs released
    Be gone you phantoms
    Of thought
    Shadows that run
    Fill the case of skull
    Till cracked I scream.
    These harassing
    Fragments of thought
    That here are caught
    In imagery so vast
    Thats does so cast
    Tears heavy to the eyes.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph