Her.

Poems

Her name tattooed upon my soul
Her face I’ll remember, until I’m old
The taste of her lips
The smell of her hair
And the look from her haunting stare.

The call of my name from her voice
Yet forgetting her, my only choice
But the touch of her skin
And the hold of her arms
Brings memories of heartache’s charm.


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Amongst A Sea Of Lost Souls

Poems

The shadows are moving
In darkness brings fear
A black wilderness descending
Upon restless dying minds

Silhouettes of unknown
And disfigured members wander
The sound of footsteps louder
Paranoia sinks in

Distressing laughters echoes
Demons looming everywhere
You lose track of the path
You sense it’s time