In their lonesome
They were being murdered
By the lonely river

Their flesh ripped off by the hungry silence
Blood draining down the loose sands

They opened their mouths

No one was there to listen

But the sky
Which opened in tears
And dyed a floating canvass to red
Signalled that the end was close now

A process so painful and slow

And at the other side
The darkness grinned


Anonymous said...

"gee, i felt a knot in my stomach reading that. haunting composition..."

---duke duke