asvetic

for those few whom haven't joined the group: poetry kicks ass. here is my latest jaunt into the literary arts: I was extremely tired, on the verge of passing out actually when I wrote this so maybe that will help explain:


whispers of my eyelashes sing sweet lullabies.
brushing against the dust and light
pleasantries aside, do you really like me
please stop with the sharades.

heavy, an awesome weight weighs
cross-cut blade, gnarly from use
rippes deep gashes into my sleep.

distracted, amused and abandoned
stockholm's has me captive

freedom is behind my lycanthropic fold