open air peeing the city reeks of death
Tag: Elancharan
the erratic whispers in the house of old gods
bare for all and yet for none winter silence
the destination is death and that is truth
cyclist cursing the heavens barely blinked
the violence of leaves blown by winter gales
constant echoing death machinery hum
modus operandi slow dancing in shadows
dawn the silence programmed into bodies
the elusive grey
a sentient entity beyond doubt
