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A frozen Demon glaring from above So motionlessly patient during his watch So still he never greets with fear the dove But grants his rigid shoulders for its perch. The scar-cracked sculptureās a looming host A stone sentinel cut from granite grey I never fail to notice his weathered post That gives security during the […]
Asylum Glass
When late at night he breaths behind the glass While hanging from my rafters in the dark I feel his fading blood; my heart moves fast, But I am safe from suffering from his mark. Sometimes I look and watch him writhe in hate While hypnotizing me with bloodless eyes, And from my will I […]
Fireman’s Age
He walks encased in clinging clothes A prison he forever loathes His gloved hand gives life to all Who mock him with the names they call He saved the very man last night Who turned his back just now in fright At his wrinkled burns that line his skin; Scars of the fire that come […]






