The Abyss

Pouring my insides out into your parched mountain brickFlooded by searing slag splashing towards a wall made of stealMy finger dips lightly into the pool of the cool streamleading to nowhere in the divots of the mindProjecting ghosts and adorned with side smiles and bloodshot eyesExpunging dreams left on the wrong side of the streetmet with the rift of disappointment and dis-membershipPieces of you fractured and integratedback to the abyss entombed in obsidian monumentsleft to an island unto itself [simple-payment id="496"]