Crooning crows at bleeding dusk
You see, my pain is real
Sun sobbing against my husk
Grotesque trees splinter the sky
You see, my pain is real
Vultures lurching to crucify
The one that prevailed over all
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Nonsense
PoesiaAn infinitely growing collection of poems that are written spur of the moment as a result of whatever phrases or ideas are floating around in my head on a particularly productive day. They will rarely, if at all, make sense. (These poems do not hav...
