A collaboration with |feral|


And Minerva sings her laments through my hand
When the block finally subsides from my wasteland
A reckless excuse to escape my mundane existence
All is well if I’m kept at a distance


There above the faulting landscape
Is where my sentence is kept
As I keep watching her from afar
A ghostly light embraced in the dark
Perhaps hidden in a corner of my mind


Butchered dreams drowning in streams
A constellation of attributes
Where you barely turned my grief
Now my soul lays here barren in disbelief


A stone thrown away from sudden...