Biography of sebastian trench
I write poems on dusty cars.
I write poems on toilet paper.
I write poems on my guitar.
I write poems on chocolate cake.
I write poems but I am not a poet.
sebastian trench Poems
Dreams You’re full of them And I rip them up Into shards
Flashes of desire Sharpen the eyes Of the cornered Enveloping them
Cast A spell On my bones Watch the flames
Gasp. You are Gasping For air
Change The slightest Will kill Will shatter
Blindfolds Of The Past
Lost, for you sank in the sun Faded, for you rest upon ashes My eyes search, with diminishing hope For
Lingering.. My fears, Thoughts of you Deafens my ears
Thoughts of you
Deafens my ears
And cold, lusty winds
Sweep me away
And you are left behind
Forgotten, in the mind
And I have naught to explain