Silver stream

Legacy of silver wounds haunt him in stitch time, torn at the seams.
Fate, his idol, left some phlegm for him to wash off; and all before the sun punched in.
It was the light's blindspot.
Devious arts of morning go unnoticed.
Man-skin hung on the meat hooks, slowly peeled so as not to leak nocturnal secrets,
carefully reunite with their contemptable hosts.
No-one knows their genisis or duty, but they see fit to walk among us.
He, though, is not one of them.
A snake but not a serpent.
His blood lust to continue as a lone wolf.
Iced lattice closing in,
Illness a disillusion and death the next ambush.

Reviews

[Anima Inspired]

Wow...this is really intense. The imagery was raw and gritty, but the depth of the piece was quite more than that.

Legacy of silver wounds haunt him in stitch time, torn at the seams.
Fate, his idol, left some phlegm for him to wash off; and all before the sun punched in.

--these lines are beautiful...I mean, not in the "pretty" sense of the world, but in how wonderfully they work with the piece.

[Nely Amorim]

it's a very powerful write and raw..lol yes theres no other word to describe it.. sorry to repeat other reviewers.. I enjoyed it immensely. thank you for sharing:)

[Pink Poison]

I agree with Anima Inspired...this is really intense. I grabbed me from the first line and didn't let me go until the last word. Very VERY powerful piece of work. I am delighted by the friend request so I could discover your work for myself!

[Jason Henry]

i really dont know how u do it dude...