Luna's grace bled when I made love with her few hours ago
While the demons celebrated their never ending death;
A feast of carnal abyss as my spirit floated through the smoke.
I waved at my shadow but it never waved back.
I wonder what time is it now
'Cause I'd like to keep it short.
YOU ARE READING
Tenebris
PoetryComplete nothingness of being incomplete; full of emptiness; lightest of all darkness.. This is me breaking your norms, that is me that black hole in your heart.
