Thursday, 21 April 2016

i was your artist


but before i go, let's meet. 
before the tide ends 
short beneath our new 
beginningwhen change was 
the only constant I disrupted 
its natural course and deprived 
my skin from bleeding its own 
black; forgive me, i thought 
i was your artist.  

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...