October 2016

Home  |  2016  |  October

I hear the sirens In dark fields they plough I see nothing but a fantasy dyed in gold They say you're special but it's always the same Show me the roaring inside you the rumbling high above You speak so loudly bound unto your name Chapped thirsty lips When there is nothing left One more time -- Photo: © Isaac Marley Morgan

READ MORE

I scratch I scratch I scratch myself under my skin The rhythm is deified It calms my mind and heart It is all there is At least for now What good am I Entangled in weariness It's time to leave the fray -- Photo: © Unknown

READ MORE