Saturday, December 5, 2015

free verse

flames on the horizon and let we are rising. above heaven, empty headed full of fog, forgetting the worse crime of all. the voices in whispers for years now. check the evidence, no one is actually there. Still some shadows exhale smoke. medication leave your extremities feeling like there is no bone only a jelly like substance. lullaby voices of a congregation turn out to be monsters. eye lids want to shut, But I have to see what happens next.