aristonaut

Drowning in pillows.

Laying in the sleep.
Headfirst, head-deep
Lions at home,
Pride in the house.
Pangs of darkness,
Shadows of pain.
Behind a solid
wall of rain.

All the steel
Of unseen needles.
All the pain they
Bring.
Empty houses ,
Shear drop cliffs.
The cannibal towns folk
After my skin.
They can never die
And only win.

Swaying in the deep
Of a roman bath,
Darkness rimmed.
Worn marble and stone,
Warmth alone.