The Realm of Morpheus

It is only when falling into loving Morpheus’s arms,where a canvas of black emerges,freshly drainedof slashes of vibrant anger,the crooning pain of deep ocean blue,the razor-edged leaves of four-leafed envy,and the small pinpricks of sunshine happiness.And only within Morpheus’s realm,can breaths be unhinderedby broken coughs,bloody promises slaughtered by false virtue,vacant words that leave much toContinue reading “The Realm of Morpheus”

My Lovely Broken Butterfly

Alone we face our fears,Shrunken heart breaking down in tears.Hush, they tell us not to cry,My lovely broken butterfly. Red lipstick, cracked smile,Sharp mascara hiding pain exiled.Broken glass within soft curls,Scarred neck adorned with pure pearls. Weary through hundred difficult trials,Heartbeat hollow, one for each mile.Seams slowly picked apart,Shattered wings, broken heart. Soldier, pick upContinue reading “My Lovely Broken Butterfly”

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