Keeps growing darker and darker Keeps moving farther and farther Than black Than infinity Keeps falling deeper and deeper Keeps feeling weaker and weaker Than the inferno Than a cadaver Keeps freezing colder and colder Keeps getting messier and messier Than Nebula Than art ~ I painted the image myself.
Left or right? A world burns Creates new turns For travellers So done With everything They don't know of And yet They go on Following the Burning worlds Leaving the Burning worlds Of fire and smoke Of light and warmth Throughout The sleepless nights The fire It grows The wood of which No one knows... Continue Reading →
I always thought that poets were the coolest people in the world. I decided to be one. Like the result of most of the things I try doing, I failed at it. I started writing a poetry blog a few years back only to realize I was awful. If you are like me, confused about... Continue Reading →