Poem: encephalon

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.


A world burns, Creates new turns

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 →

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