Museum Of Inferno

Ethereal in beauty, ancient in her ways, attraction is not new so I’ll take my gaze. Damned has been it before the story told. Age may wrinkle but the moment we hold. To stone turn does past to monument the love we created; genuine sentiment. Walk the halls please of my well lit museum. There…

At Full Speed

Implicit as lit smoke your words they stun. I receive them in ears when I expected none. Hold this affixed coy little smile you have. When you look at me it splits me into half. You play games I do to myself allow done because I am reckless the thrill I want some. I pretend…