Moth

Sometimes the shadows steal away the light..on an equinox that never ends...like creatures in flight we fight for the sun but it fades with the coming of the dawn.moths fluttering..beating against a flashing bulb..smacked down by the heat of a volcano forever erupting..and in order to live we must die daily and we must fall into an abyss...a sea singing with hot coal..oh how it screams for another sacrifice...another chunk of the soul...merciless it mocks..cutting into open wounds.winding into the nether region of the internal intervals.a massive structure of domes ..highways..dead ends..new beginnings...cracked side ways..shattering as it is summoned..so fragile..so frail...the universe and her ways..secrets..vineyards eating at the foundations..blindness,,bitterness and cold..Breathing brittle..chipping..Societies untold..

Reviews

[aocooperfan]

Awesome. Very vivid pictures in my mind....words flow so well. Thank u for sharing ur work with me....STILL a HUGE fan!!!

[Darkened_drear]

I am glad someone is a fan of my weirdness:)