[ plague ]


there's a fizzing in my brain
that blocks my creativity
a mindless numbing pain
that draws from me my splendour

there's a sleeping man who waits
until the strike of midnight
we try to stay awake
in a ring of poisoned salt

in the witchery of nightfall
I seek a cure to end all ills
for all that came once you were mine
can never be ignored

as the shadows mark a path
through forest, river, mountain-top
the plague leaves dirty tracks
through the history of love
ocean's picture

Mmm. Again, lovely rhythm,

Mmm. Again, lovely rhythm, interesting words. I especially like the last stanza.

Thanks bunches, Ocean c8

Thanks bunches, Ocean c8 ♥ -noms on-