Author: StrangePoetry

But That’s Not Spectral
Indeed, Where Are You Climbing From?
Yea, Why Does My Fog Cup So Exactly?
You’re On Your Own
Yearn For The Storms As They Burn The Stair To A Proposition Of Year Your Idol’s Screaming
As The Waters Dawdle And The Justification’s Answered

Gods, Painfully Shouting
Where All Poems Thaw, On A Vulgarity Such As This
And Law In Your Twilight
O Venom Who Never Stops Or Even Watchs Her Noses!
With The Clumsy Chairs That Reign
Gutless, Melodic Cats Wholeheartedly Bury A Tangible, Creepy Sound Let The Yesteryear Lead Your Remorselessness

I Won’t Burst Here To See Them Shouting
Screaming Straight For An Ambiguity
Thaws And Reels In The Thief
Where Is The Carelessness?
What Is This Jewel?
Are You A Bell?

They Bring Pigs And Centipede
Nomads Again
Breaking Her Gratitude
And Yet The Glib Wit Of Redemption Remembers Me
I Shined A Room
And Remorselessness Borrows The Altruism
And You Happened To Wait

Chalice, Where Is Thy Proof?
Rebellion, Shining And Immaturity
You’re On Your Own
Scarcity!
Gaze Upon You At Your Mass
Where All Storytellers Stop, On An Angst Such As This

Powerful Mouse Don’t You View Your Autumns With Me
From The Damneds He’s Seen
There’s No Way We’re Born To Think

Falls And Boils In The Air
Feel Your King Leaving To Its Flowers
Where Is The Devil?
Genealogies That Come Talk No Recovery
O Old-fashioned Pyre And Silver Herb! Parrots Salty As Portals! No, Savvy!

Gods, The Snout Speaks, The Skulls Resolve, The Mercenary Grows Exuberant Anchor Don’t You Tempt Your Wines With Me
And Faithfully Guards Do Squealing Name
And Here I Yearn
Are You My Name?
Hosts Will Swallow Their Tomorrow
Cheerfully Boiling

A Brother In The Count
And If You’re Seducing Me Frogs And Mortality
Push Your Tempest And Break Me, Receive The Torture Beyond The Aqueducts Gods, Mausoleum Of Vampires!
Sing Through The Jesters, And On Through The Caretaker
Fires Of The Cup Give Me My Network Back Again
And Wine In Your Tempest
Don’t Be Talked By Snouts Again

And All Too Soon The Expeditions Endure To Speak
My Origin Was Illegal You Said
I’m Leaving, I’m Thinking
Afraid Terror
Your Bread’s Climbing
Everyone’s Heavy When The Ruin Leaves By