Bullet rain
Beats the landscape...

Skies are cemented
And their crayon scribbles...

Take me to the end
Cut...

Words are all we have
And your words...

A longing for a moment,
never imagined...

Sweet infatuated bliss,
With each sweet instant...

There is a gash
In my leg...

Its sad you know,
To be forgotten...

Black
Sky...

Six soldiers
Leave their feathers...

Child of the mind
You speak for the dead...

Fortunes in pieces,
Glass touch and gone...