A circumference in the sand
of the subconscious,
you stand;

a sanctuary sketched
against the infinite desert
where madness meets the sky.

Your trial by fire,
in black blood and lunacy
and in the darkness,
you take a bruise in penance.

The long night of the soul
beneath a grinning sickle moon,
where your flesh mother
takes child and makes a weapon.

You wear your torturer, black and white,
upon your back,
bearing its weight and endless temperament.

It is your shield and sword
and your enabler when all others are lost.

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Rad I liked it, you earned a like and a follower 😉😃

Dominic Cuthbert
Dominic Cuthbert

Sweet, thank you ^^ glad you like it


AHHHHHHH ANIME POETRY ~~~~~~!!! It’s so nice to see something else writing this !!!

Dominic Cuthbert
Dominic Cuthbert

We are not alone! Glad you like it ^^