night dreams echo in my head
without clues
without flues
(what about some hues?)
i feel the blues of the distant past
emptiness is so delicious in the darkness of some nights
i can kill you with my sight
without fight
royal blood
from loyal soldiers
in the cocoon of perfect silence
under the heavy king-size duvet of today
i slay them all
behind this brick graffiti wall
..
5am december 4, 2025