this rose of yours, once mine, disappears.
monochrome. the simple pleasures of life,granted. desire, rage, calm. satisfaction at where he stoodas the sun lit fire to the drowning sky. the empty man – his dead mother he did not mourn,his girlfriend he did not love – he murdered a man under a fiery sky,the reason why remains obscure but he felt noContinue reading “monochrome life”
the forgotten ash rises again.
there’s a lingering smell of smoke in the air. the clouds are gray… ash swirls around us, like an old friend, embracing the fire who has brought ash alive. the sun is red, fiery fireball, about to E X P L O D Eand we can’t help it. cough and cough and cough,but you can’tContinue reading “smoky clouds”