Τρίτη, 12 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017

Love and exhale

Whenever i bleed inside a dream's sleek thorn, 
i tend to live somehow 
Night disappears in the blink of an eye... 
Streams of cursed souls adjust and abide 
as an echo of my youth lingers afar... 
Only to be  excreted from life's tail bone,  
as the dying fiber of a long lost love. 
Happy, they say you are, when you cease to breathe... 
Still, until I draw my last breath... 
i plan to scorch and fester inside  
every suffocating inch of exhalation 
that you took when you died in my arms tonight.


Courtesy of ©nikgml


Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie