Writhing of the Writers Vol. 1

Thoughts—Like knots in my throat,Engraved on my stone.An eternal curse,Lodged between each duskDreams turn to dust. Believe,And then leaveOn the parchment—Stains of blood,Trust and wanderlust.Echoed never heardThe whispering. On the flamesAs I go,My feet trembleOn burning coal—Yet I move on. Someplace with angel faceBut devilish within,I pray.With each rising day,I begin to eraseJust to fill … Continue reading Writhing of the Writers Vol. 1