Eyes sprung with blood
rimmed by foggy constellations
watch me.
A monster
i say to myself
as I look in the mirror.
I count the stars on a crimson bloomed face
and search for the moon among
fields of unnervingly sinful poppies.
CITEȘTI
When angels fall
PoezieA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
