Ethereal

I can take you there..

I can weave words and create a portal to anywhere.

You can visit those places instead of just looking out the windows.

But I envy an artist.

They can show you the exact emotion worth thousand words without even writing a single one.

When those nightmares turn out to be true.

He smelled of cigarette smokes

And blasphemous nights.

He wasn't my kind of ecstasy,

But that night my demons were restless.

Nightmares were all I had,

All they wanted was a midnight party,

High stakes all Or nothing.

Sweet dipped Lie

I slept on a wolf’s skin. I needed that camouflage.

A sorcerer whispered in my ear spells of terror and licked my wounded lips.

Those remained dark moments in my life,

The thirst for blood, for transgressions and crimes.

The wolf dwelled inside my echo's, and in time, I devoured my knowledge. 

I unveiled like a primitive beast puffing fire and ice.