Lip crack storm

My lips crack In the cold In the rain In the storm that you’ve made For you For me Bu there is a silver lining At least we’re the only casualties

Ending Nerve

For one to embark on an expedition, To find one’s own ending nerve; Which is marked as a feeble attempt. For one to create their own perdition, To caress their evil’s curve; Which leads perversions to be exempt. One seeks to stand at the lip of the endless drop into oblivion. Stare down into the abscess of one’s own pallid […]