Shadow comings


unconsciously pungent


sunless inwardly,


tired out; desolate and eerie,


I, who is he ; reigns in the past, presently. supreme


darkness during light hours, shadow clasps the body.


here here; fiendishly feed the frantic, hungry, self-afflicted disease,


pain is misgiven,


yet, you are as the sender for which receives.


shadow being.

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2020 16:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    We're all rather standing on our heads now, as you seem to be doing all time - in your pic! lol.

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