July 2011
Poetically Undead: A Tide of Roses →
poeticallyundead:
A Tide of Roses
Death rattle shrouds The pleas of ancient crowds The tide of roses is all I sea Waiting in my bed For my lover to come
I was awakened by the shoreline In the pale blue hue of light Walked around the bent beach That was broken by the waves To see the prized carcasses Spewed…
When I wake
poeticallyundead:
All the love I felt is now tinted in black While a crack appears Through my hearts centre When I wake
All the riches I had burnt because of boredom I now clutch on to I count my silver coins When I wake
All the women who fan me While feeding me sweet grapes I yearn their touch When I wake
All the weird adventures I have over seas And under mountains Cease to exist When...
