Hannibal

Brows are relaxed and lonely 

As ashes perfectly fill up their open spaces.

Hairs would arise on his toned face

With every pore glistening beyond reality,

When having an encounter with another 

Shadow carrying its obsessions. 

Binary caterpillars are making their way 

Through the still waters in his energetic field,

Manifesting the purest intentions of an evil mind.

His soul radiates as it is laying down

On the tumultuous grass,

Plucking the flowers and chewing them.

He is leaving these beautiful

Members of viridity martyred,

While an illusive paralyzed mask

Inhabits his harmonic face.

His calmness is as wide as 

The oceans without a shore,

And his love with humans never

Seems to be effectuated,

Just as there is no shore an ocean can kiss.

Reviews

[Chris]

Quite an inage this builds behind my eyes...

[R.A. Youngblood]

Yeeeeeessssss, exactly.