Storyteller
Her mind is a maze with no map for navigation
Cobwebbed corners void of reconciliation
Midnight memories weaved into stories…
Her mind is a maze with no map for navigation
Cobwebbed corners void of reconciliation
Midnight memories weaved into stories…
Despite my eyes, I can only see
The fragile relics of a poisoned tree
Sunset bruises litter the skies
Heart of scars, romanticised…
Curious Shadows of an origami heart, Prisoners of the mind, fighting the dark. Wildfire rages from deep within, A gothic tale etched on skin. Promises bound around my tongue, Whispering secrets, now unsung. Prey of the cobra in my throat, Capturing thoughts, depleting hope. Scarlet serpent within my veins, Constricting the soul with venomous chains.… Continue reading Demons