Will it rain tonight? And clean the gaping blisters? Wash away the dirt and slimy froths? Soften the scales and scabies? And will it make me pure again? Ah, let it rain tonight. Bro said, with icy looks, “Damn you, It’s a pleasant place, Off with your scaly scabies. It’s to show the regal splendour Outtasite with your anal blisters”. I wonder, and am scared too Will he, One day Put me too Under that regal rug he still keeps, That used to sheath all our esoteric secrets? Will he, Then whack me to shreds And feed the bits to the ravens at his call?
Mercy, I plead. Yes, It’s raining you see. I am right there where you left me Soaked to the bones, like a frozen toad. The pool trickles around is a Scape of morbid hues Coming off sins heinous I never even knew. Close by, fallen buds on a tiny barrow Whisper the tales of yesterdays On their voyage, to the worlds unknown. And my wait is still on, To get, anointed again. Nobody came yet. None may.
Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end
Quest is the synonym of determination, so always think that while you proceed forward Quest is the glad tiding of success, and determination opens all secrets of universe Quest is the light in life Determination so increases that light Quest
One final leap from high solitude into city of dusk, takes you to presence of charred remains of a fallen god. A housewife moves in the kitchen to prepare a farewell dinner for the encounter of fatal descent. A paranormal