23:45
- Nov 3, 2023
- 1 min read
Originally published September 27th 2019
The mind wanders,
These last few nights I’ve pondered,
Yet wondered,
The melancholy I am riding like a wave of delicious depravity.
The night is my solace,
Where magicks work their blessing,
A dark kiss, sensual encouragement hints merely caressing.
Oh to be me.
Stuck in an impossible dream.
Living the best me?
I’ve fine tuned my art.
Learned from the best.
Confusion surrounds awe,
Like wool to the beating inside my chest