The White Horse

[DemonXstreeM]

A little poem I wrote about my adventures with dope.

The White Horse man..... thats what I found.... and I road it through the fields of poppies.

The Pull
The Push
The Rush

And upon a dream I floated away, my thoughts fading to gray.
To the Land of Nod thus I sway, forever more my thoughts there lay.

 

[Luchia]

"Trax"

She was from the wrong side of the tracks,
as they crawled down her arms,
footprints of the beast that engulfed her veins.

Luchia.

 

[DemonXstreeM]

Mutatio Singultus Otium

I dream of death by the silvery shore. My mind dries cold, soaked with despair. Drifting maddeningly ashore dried dust and bone, lies sickly waiting for just one more. One more chance of dying love, "so do I embrace the silvery sword". Thoughts of decay flood my brain. Dying dreams of death are my sole survivor. So I just slowly await my deaths laus.

-DemonXstreeM