perched upon gray branches in leafless trees blackbirds rest on their journey to nowhere an icy red wine sky leaps into our mind
A great inhale lights the pipe wait for a reddish moon to rise ballerinas twirl on the sea wall faces expressionless; eyes cold.
I'm here, always here, and he's there, staring,always glaring, forever daring me to move.But no, no, no, I won't, I cannot.. I have neither
As the demons and hunger invoked sincere repentance for thieving loaves of bread. Whilst all distressed lives calmly exhaled their last before the hot ovens inhaled the dead.