Digging Deeper

Can it be undone, it is not what from my scarred hands have learned done? The wind howls it does what it will. I see my window I feel cold in it still. See through spine, of mine I do climb. I will leave behind cuts of blood dry. The exoskeleton of some things forgot…

Emerald Eyes

Your orbitals hold two jewels that tear apart facades on fools. A cave deep sit I do on the edge as I peer below respect it begs. Shall be allowed nuances of heart from my eyes to behold such art? I see the green a color unknown in eyes I have never ever seen within….