enmity
is it fair
is it safethe sands rise
they fall
they fadeis this my calling
or is it our war
a first-class ticket up in flames
is it all you ever hoped for?they are the contrary
they are already late
the requiem began when the first brick was laidis this a system
or a disturbed piece of art
brushing away the cross
the failure
the faultwe are in mourning
we are the dying
white petals
silver arrows
charcoal fingers
sketching dead faces along God's acresthey are the pilots
we are the fare
they line us up in the theatera castle up in the air
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Tearful Canvas: A Collection
PoetryA book of poetry. My very own twisted sanctuary - pieces of art, history, love, hate, and everything in between.