Now that Karen has been resurrected, I can travel beyond the black mirror. I can discover who I have lost with thefloating hearts and severed heads of my medicine. I must now whisper my other friends back too. I’m sad they’re gone…sad and blue.
Poetry, Death, Beauty
Who was this girl alone so late at nightin search of a faded cassette illusion to disembowel the clocks of time’s intrusion? Those eyes belonged to the most beautiful maniac I’ve ever met. Our love is a vine of entrails that can follow any coffin anywhere, no matter how deep any gravedigger might travel.
The world was alive, the sky descending; our times were lullabies and sad goodbyes.
Death, Sadness, Pain
This is my one last call and lullaby for this eternity. All of my medicine.
Love, Death, Song
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