Thursday, July 15, 2010

the dead air of things

"grace on fire"
the heavens called it..

there was a war inside me..
lightening. chasing
........oh the cliques of toasting to death...

barely breathing & naked sitting in lament before the silence
I forgot myself in where my sin began
under summered skin
& I've grown tired of the light..

I'll see you in my dreams

1 comment:

  1. Reading this, I can feel my feet turn stone cold , an icy breeze touch my skin and my sight grow dim. Utter dungeon-ness..