Παρασκευή, 13 Ιανουαρίου 2017

Vanity

Will you suffer me, while dreaming
will you flee a tear in time
I have sowed my tomb with pest wreaths
and sewed yellow stripes of dread

Bear my fever as night's halo
drown my fear in your fest
Send your frivolous misfeasance
so i can hoist my roots from grass

As wind gasps, i flinch with tremor
fields of gold, have turned to stone
Oh! How memory deceives me
up to swap your kill with fame


Artwork: "fugue state", by menervatau