berserkerpoetry:
Chelsea
berserkerpoetry:
there's still kindling in my soul
berserkerpoetry:
I want it almost dry.
berserkerpoetry:
everything is low
berserkerpoetry:
I'm a powerful mage.
berserkerpoetry:
The Valley of the Shadow
berserkerpoetry:
go with the living
berserkerpoetry:
I knew I had arrived on the outskirts of something.
berserkerpoetry:
rifle in the closet
berserkerpoetry:
in spirit,
berserkerpoetry:
Tigers in the Treeline
berserkerpoetry:
Backstitch
berserkerpoetry:
moondance
berserkerpoetry:
Heroes With Grimy Faces
berserkerpoetry:
The Outskirts of Something
berserkerpoetry:
Pirates, Junkies, Drifters
berserkerpoetry:
this is not my first december
berserkerpoetry:
Cloudbursting
berserkerpoetry:
death is hell to live with
berserkerpoetry:
My Moving Parts
berserkerpoetry:
I'll need a ribcage of steel to hold this heart full of troubles.
berserkerpoetry:
naked in the afternoon
