Gray thorns

in Hive Learners6 months ago (edited)


The shadows and the chains with their voices unite with mine, so alone I see myself suspended in the mirror of my gray Soul like the unveiled ash that separates me from its company.

The intoxicating night, which spectres becomes an infinite torture every hour, my luck is only in this word of allegory.
luck is only in this word of allegory that I become acquainted with death.

My face are only taken empty of heat from the flames of life, only bitter thorn to the wind, to the sky, to the occasion so vain, that you stayed between earth and sky.


 6 months ago  

Nice draw buddy