Skip to main content

silvery light seeps through my curtains
I sit and await my demons
with boiling blood and fire in my bones

Angels avert their eyes and fold their wings
they still pray for my soul

I shall battle 'till last breath
I do not fear Death; I shall greet him

my oldest friend



Popular posts from this blog

  through frosted glass 

Kastelen / Castles

we hadden geen geld, geen knikkers jij & ik we speelden met zand met onze handen bouwden wij de mooiste kastelen we had no money, no marbles you & I we played with sand with our hands we built the most beautiful castles