…
Bleeding from within
nothing can be done to save –
death’s tide has waxed full.
…
Moontide…
cravings that lust
dreams of flesh
rising like poison.
…
A pregnant shadow
passes across a full moon
our mother rolls by.
…
Bleeding from within
nothing can be done to save –
death’s tide has waxed full.
…
Moontide…
cravings that lust
dreams of flesh
rising like poison.
…
A pregnant shadow
passes across a full moon
our mother rolls by.