Insequence's blog

Untitled again

I peer in the mirror
Your face growing cold
I gave you my heart
And everything bold
I felt myself drain
My heart wrapped in thick vine
As i perish to nothing
As one of a kind

Untitled, suggest if you will

Found in disdain
Forgotten in lush
As flowers pettle
And break in the brush
Inside Is empty
Broken and cold
Hating the entry
Of innocence mold

I seek a place finding
My blood is blue cold