August 2011
1 post
Gelid
Cold between lines
Those vibrant, powder fed dreams
White-hot sand mines
Tearing away at reality seams
Hard, dry comatose eyes
Wait once again for starlight
That quiet moment of respite
Then synapse sparks
Like flint meeting stone
Torrid cerebellum blaze
Burns away as memories lay prone
Only ember and ash remains
Testaments of disrepair
Forever forgotten
Locked away behind...