boards up sensory output
feeling fingers grasp at cold iron
searching eyes witness singular tragedy
tired mouths form words isolated to ghosts
dreams offer the only beauty
in a gray continuation
so many stars will fall
as the moon gleams with blood's luster
night reigns in darkened principality
listening for listeners
what pictures language paints
a dirty wound, a cut for fear
loveless longing sells cheapened thrill
a dead and barren field
-c.thomas.c-
(24:35|18.1.014)
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