11 maja 2020
Night Eye
I will ask
the moonflower to give me
a beautiful death,
under the Nightshade.
A nocturne clue;
will you play the piano for me
for a last time? Are you going to meet me in
the grid, crossing the sharp angles?
The signs start shimmering
in dark, like cobra's
tongue.I don't call the names.Overbiting, I
hold the words.
Loss of faith, I
don't believe in me.Did I
betray your creation O god?
The virtuals are overtaking me.
Your flagship becomes a hoax.
I change my name for ever.
11 grudnia 2025
sam53
11 grudnia 2025
sam53
11 grudnia 2025
wiesiek
11 grudnia 2025
sam53
11 grudnia 2025
AS
11 grudnia 2025
smokjerzy
10 grudnia 2025
Arsis
10 grudnia 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 grudnia 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 grudnia 2025
Anthony DiMichele