Weeks of uncertainties
promises become more unreal...
Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...
Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...
I work in a school
full and full of women...
Juanito died last night.
Shot dead out of spite...
Where do all of these people
come from...
Life's Rhymeless Beat
Cold winter night under dusky sky...
So sick of this feeling
That I have deep inside...
It's funny when you look around,
Just take a giant step back...
It was not yet time for the Doctor to make his...
Steady beeps from monitors made the only sounds...
Soft whispers; The wind of death.
Approaches the area more than often...
The human race was
a false start...