Monday, July 28, 2008

the dark monster

the arms by which it swings
grabs life and all it's things
the cross and turns makes a ring
flew high even with no wing

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

A Flower For Every Wound

A cut on my skin
A wound that never heals
Reddish it showers
Like dark dead flowers
Given to ease
the panic deceased

The Morning Revival

I woke up this day
to see chaos in my way
Blood Stains shattered in my dismissal
Only the morning will be my revival