Atrocity Looking for patterns in the ceiling Find some, finding none. None is some, and some is a lot, A face staring back at me All night I see you The clown haunting my dreams. Shrieks and shrills Screaming wills I find the wall talking back Am I sane or am I broken Is this all but a dream. The wall whispers atrocities Terrible things. 8/8/21 – Andy McRae
Month: August 2021
Luna
Luna
Sunset fallen mind crest
I feel the heat beaming
On my neck.
Twilight creeps on
And I do miss the sun
In shadows and greys
I find myself lost in my ways.
Dark nights take over,
Time to embrace my lover
A goddess of Luna.
Dawn is soon to arrive
But my love has thrived
Lunacies dancing in my head
Words flashing before me in bed.
By mornings lit
The world seems shit
And I am a glaze
Left in a daze.
8/5/21 – Andy McRae
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