Hi, |
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...
Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
If by a man’s deeds he be judged
And by a man’s work he be known...
Sing a song of finality
Of great endings...
Staring out at the stars and wondering what it is...
Wondering if tomorrow I’ll wake up beneath a...
In the time before the fall
before the setting of the Sun...
The deafening quiet after the impact
A moment to check if I’m still intact...
On his body we built this city |
He left this world in slumber |
He slipped away from this world |