arqios k Biography

How have you inked
this palpitant heart?
Well, let me tell you:
Your barbs extend
...

suffer me to stand before you, a fool;
then watch me walk away, no less:

you stand above me, so great, so tall;
...

nothing held sacred;
make our heads churn,
no one deemed holy
save our only concern
...

bleak and blistered
tundraic whispers howl
with deft tendrils of
liquid nitrogen, then
...

year's new 
nothing's changed 
few remain
always the same 
...