Excerpt from The Devil’s Blacklist (Twisted Whispers)

Black clouds

Flow over the callous winds

A thousand leaves

twist in the cold

Solitude turns

into autumn chaos

The thirst

for the calm

is naked and fearless

Tremors and the twitching

of recklessness are carved

Whispers of your words

leave me speechless

The illusions become

more corrupt


as he swallows

more liquid disease

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