black pen tip striking freedom out from the heart
Tag: freedom
summer dusk the mindless propaganda scares me to the core
the flesh metes out morsels of wrath by the pieces for the masses
soul searching denied by the cries of the summer crow
leading flesh into luna shimmering scales guide us from wave to wave
sit round the hungry fire and debate night’s purpose
nothing more to grief just the illusion of the summer moon in the sky
night bleeds slowly making way for day to reign
how innocent the incense until it chokes the life out of you
waking the flesh even night is amused by the tardiness of day