Death sleeps in my bed
a lover untouched
Betrothed to my longing
a virgin as such
She waits for a signal
as time closes in
To open her wings
— and fly me to Him
(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)
Censored To Oblivion
The half cost of silence
is still overpriced
Each question unspoken
a chasm for vice
When blind to the moment
all vision exhausts
Each voice that is muted
— its own holocaust
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)