CarL's Ink Flame

Sometimes we mourn the mornings till dusks of eves seeking a place, a heart, a being - for solace - for comfort unbearing the bangs bleeding from weighted hearts our tears become the normed melody - a now default to our person Pain! Sometimes we mourn. We mourn for the losses with great pain. Tears! - tears of loss  - tears of pain  Our hearts be heavy with grieve, alcohol our only solace - till normed way, we drink our pain away Lost! Soberness, Soberness along the milky-way, easy drips of tears along breast path salt-water in place of milk. Unwind my yesterday, unrepeat my errs how badly I hurt. ... ... ... My today shall claim its cheer in glory than call to glory. My yesterday's loss a pain today for a gain tomorrow. - I cheer! I cheer, I cheer for there is gift in pain.  A gift to discover one's true meaning of life  To find one's solace in one's grieve. ... Like matter transformed from one state to another  I’m earthly life, for we lose to gain. Like t

Indebt lies of her person defined in depths of her grave. Lies leap lips with ease cos her blazing eyes now clayed, her whipping lips forever locked, her fuming breath cotton sealed, and her barking steps motion still. ... ... ... For horror & terror she itched and witched at every inch of breath in life. ... Alas, today, carved & boxed, deep in sunken 6ix, with engraved crucifix staked on her forehead, wholesome unfearful creeps of worms and maggot tears dripping freely from her digested hollow dark eyes - a true reflection of her life's dark heart, She becomes - a champion and a hero in death than in life. For the dead shall not be spoken ill of. So tells the #GraveLies of the dead by the living in graves! 🖤 🖤 🖤 - CarL I. -