dark glasses

all places have shadows

sun can never fully penetrate the dark

only emptiness is complete in itself

lotf

I plant in you,

unwillingly,

unwittingly,

this seed.

Porcelain virgin,

in dark blood

of holy womb,

now slumbers this brood;

the twin of the Nazarene.

Flaming eyes

burning skies

prince of lies

lord of flies

Make me a proud father.

bound up in catwalks

of your feline terminus

to fulfil every wish

to reach inward to touch your hair

to gasp for breath

to wrap a rose in thorns

break rain and thunderstorms

drip drip drip into so many stagnant pools

kill the sun and become endless

break mirrors held together by tar

no more stained sheets

no more need for shelter

no more hourglass

no more truth

something ominous

tittering breathing malicious

something in the trees

hiding in the wind

ghost that followed you

out of breath, everything stops

you say you're not afraid?

what if wishes came true?