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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

Welcome to my blog!

Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

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gold & diamonds

My eyes feel like acid and the only thing heavier than my limbs are my eyelids. I’ll dry-whistle a slow tune, while you wet my lips, in a void of semi-consciousness, and that’s all this ever really is. Exhausted air pulled by exhausted lungs, escaping puckered lips in broken song. I’d sooner run than tag along, the well-spoken song bird and the bastard son. Severed ties and two-decades sleep deprived. Poison spit and venom eyes, dilate to catch the light, while conscience quits and instinct hides. I lay still like wounded prey, on a bed of moss with fractured legs, but, still awake I salivate. Coins of copper and nickel protrude the pink of my teeth. Blades of grass and ivy leaves. Bleed me your toxin and I’d suck your flesh to simply taste your cells, rabbits feet and wound rat tails, the turquoise nights that fade to black, to gold, to yellow. We’re the bloodless bats, rabid wolves, and the hollow owls. I want to break, infatuate, recreate and abduct you. Breed our thought’s kin, choke you & hold you. You’ll bruise gold and I’ll bleed diamonds and we’ll run away rich, scared fearless, and young. Our eyes never shut and we never quite love, but as dark fades from light, we tie tongues as days meet their nights, and as the moons chase the suns.

You don’t say a word, and I don’t speak to anyone.

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