#linking poems together cause im lementing on the past again

[auroras-shitty-writing]

Cryptid

I speak to you as a god, you ignore me as a man. I give you omens, they don't fit your plan. Cryptic callings and tarot cards, light the candle we wont go far. It's too late the sun's gone, the night's in your blood. I'll sleep alone again with the comfort of a cryptid hood.