a hand kissing the wall red rivers passing through lips still remain dead a body empty of it's air
contractions feed the flat line of spoiled beings walking on grounds took for granted soiled by devaluation leaving days untamend in circles
shapless bones veiled in porcelain ligated in a hole never witnessing the colors of light left with a voice as bitter as envy
words heist depth under this greatly growing light choking back its brightness staining life with black ignoring each sweated breath
eyes locked deep inside the vain gestures of a man who can taste the ticks of a clock and spill his feathers in dust wrapping himself in black curtains
painted shards of passing seasons foul breaths and fallen trees rusted dreams in a deep sleep