Some of my writing
If it could be said
If it could remain there, where the desire and the experience meet as one where all realized revenges become sweet, where the truth becomes an unbearable burden of endless punishment.
Like a spider web, with its thickness of deceptive transparency, that suffocates your exhausted soul, tired of looking for ghosts from which to drink.
Like fish out of the water devouring each other on a tray.
Like spilled ink that stains the pages.
Like those condemned to eternal insomnia, who will see their faces crumble like pieces of a dying tree.
-GM-
If it could be said
If it could remain there, where the desire and the experience meet as one where all realized revenges become sweet, where the truth becomes an unbearable burden of endless punishment.
Like a spider web, with its thickness of deceptive transparency, that suffocates your exhausted soul, tired of looking for ghosts from which to drink.
Like fish out of the water devouring each other on a tray.
Like spilled ink that stains the pages.
Like those condemned to eternal insomnia, who will see their faces crumble like pieces of a dying tree.
-GM-