Oblivion Stories

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Light is the demon who clothes us in iron,Broken the fae in the gift for our souls.Here is the coal in the seamless rockfacesWhere heat of the ice is our weathering vane.Shifts in the black sandsAnd sea foam in green skies,Scudding clouds lost in the bright ocean blue.Mirror looks down on the face that looks inWhere the sickly s...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Darkness and shadows build walls around me,Easing the void of aching coldInto the black, still oil of loneliness.Screeching demons claw at my hair,Ribboning layers of scalpTo the broken brain and juice within.Slobbering maws tear at the bloody messThat has been my heart,And still the pathetic massTries to tremble a beat of life,...