Three poems from The Book of Sin and Shadow
The truth was etched into this post, it didn’t come from a place of convenience. It came from descent. The kind that costs you your illusions.
Let's bleed in ink.
Let's resurrect through flame.
That is exactly what we do here. We dig into the dirt to find what is still alive inside the grave.
The truth was etched into this post, it didn’t come from a place of convenience. It came from descent. The kind that costs you your illusions.
Let's bleed in ink.
Let's resurrect through flame.
That is exactly what we do here. We dig into the dirt to find what is still alive inside the grave.