Look through the looking glass
No reflection there
Look through the windows
Only a black hole from the nightmares
Blackout inside of the blue house
White snow with red lines
A shivering, trembling form
The unfortunate cold
Lost lives and lost loves
Walking in the dead garden
Lurking in the humble abode
Screaming and laughing
Until the rope gets tight
Around the neck
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Dark Dreams
Thơ CaA compilation of poems I wrote by night, when my demons come out to play. A compilation of poem that I improve during the day. Welcome in my head. P.S. Some will be French version that I will adapt to English. Those will take longer to publish.
