Edward's Diary - #1
as I set the frozen dreams on fire,
her blood stiffened hair smells like the bitterest wine,
mixed with desolating snow and shadows of the past,
only waiting to be forgotten in the dust of time,
in solace of my nameless grave,
sleep, without the sombre cloak of night,
devouring me in the howl of Saturn's son,
in labyrinth of the sharp threads of fate,
darkness has always enshrouded me,
whispering with the serpentine curves of her lips,
licking my open wounds in the void of despair,
I drink the darkness as my nepenthe,
when the paints dry like stream of blood on thirsty sand,
it does not linger in the air anymore
haunting me like devil's breath,
burns my soul each time I breathe,
I paint with my captive eyes,
behind veiled mirrors,
my only refuge made of glass of sorrow,
drifting amid the everlasting echoes of my sigh in the depth of darkness,
by Theodore Wohng