I’m pissed at God, but tell me who has not been, and because I dream, my skull surfs in torrents
Tag: Anger
Do not tell me what I was.
Do not tell me what I was to redraw that cold war face, to see a woman of what I bleed
I moved in the effervesce of the sea. (Prose)
It would always end this way.
My Monster.
In a dream be it my monster in the eyrie of leave-taking be it my death
“A Warning” by Daniel Pearce.
I don’t know whose granting wishes these days Some sorry self-elect, Maybe no one, maybe God.