time marches like ants in a row seconds stop to greet each other disrupting the flow blood swims in the veins circulating with the aide of medical hope all know is just hollow thoughts flicker in and out off and on about all the things universal in continuums of time there are scratch marks on…
Category: M. Brazfield
Quotable Poe Week One – M. Brazfield
sweet anguish because you were my echo for all eternity you’ve held me mid air gagged and bound i clung and you squeezed an inky black forbidden sickness blessed only by masters apostates all i cut my skin for you i lied and forked my tongue for you i crawled in shame only for you…
Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen 