Dry the tears from your eyes before they become mold |
Grave
robbers...
I no longer see the world in grayscale,
instead the vibrant colors pop and...
She stands
and with eyes open...
Cold tough chiseled rock
yet when cracked a beautiful...
Cartoon reruns of the distant past create
etched glass sculptures of enlightenment...
Eerie memories
move though depression...
This Ink we share is thicker then the blood we don't. |
The simpler writes i find here are much more to my fancy, you're always easier to find in them. |