Skip to main content

Remember the dead


train my hands for thy war
deformed and defiled my soul
will swallow thy enemies whole
but lest I sleep the sleep of Death
still my heart will know and mourn
remember the dead
they are not gone



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night