• starkanonymous 99w


    I find it in myself, the flame,

    In pain, I find the fire.

    And I found in shame about myself,

    that I'm the midnite crier.

    Wire, wire, why are these echoes

    only spinning pirouettes?

    As the spires grow ever taller,

    the ever higher that I get.

    But I'm not afraid of falling, no...

    No, I'm not afraid of hell.

    For I have found my second coming,

    Lost in boundless parallels.


    "Parallels" 2/28/20