With feeling this Time – OldePunk

Carotid artery mistakes Incisive, this empty Crawl is all I can do When God was on The face of the deep, I was under him A darkness indescribable, Without form Let there be light Writhe inconsequential Need for nothing lost Feel summons to whom I belong Calling, chattering never(always) silent No words, no structure, incessant…

Beautiful Things – Jamie Lynn Martin

I used to think that all things beautiful meant it never saw the inside of a devils heart. Beautiful things aren’t singed with markings of his storm. They don’t stitch their spine with caution tape, beautiful things don’t cry. I often cry, but my tears are made of falling daggers gearing up for battle. I…