Written on 27th April, 2014. Inspired by Porcupine Tree.


Falling Asleep

The fire behind my eyes turned blood red when caressed by the gentle love of the god of light. I heard the sound of trains play me out and lonely mothers called out to me from their graves.



Poetry by Sharanya Venkataraman
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Written on 2015-08-25 at 13:22

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A eerie way to drop off.
2015-08-28


Ivan R
Macabre, bizarre, yet straight to the point of life ... wow
2015-08-26