deliver me from my soul…
for i no longer want it to shelter
the shadows of bleeding nights
that were once a shrine for angels’ lost footsteps…
let me be the ultimate outcast,
and may my shroud be the canvas
for the scent of words yet to be born,
primitive choices suppressing reason’s blossoms
and winds covering all in dust…
make me one with my ashes,
and write down on my tombstone,
with letters escaped from the hourglass,
“here lies the void’s child”

© Liliana Negoi

One Response to “senium”
  1. Jingle says:

    love your work,
    beautiful sentiments expressed…
    smooth word flow…

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