Wednesday, 2 March 2016

astronaut

for what i would do to have my
blank canvas bones painted
skin once again; freedom of
these metal inked chains
greened with despair and
withering pain. i separated me
from you so long ago and
i am sorry... im so sorry that
i never needed you before i said
i am sorry. 
because once i have declared you
i have already missed believing 
me; i am an astronaut bleeding 
downwards. 


granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...