lay in tar
of blackened days
and hazy
silty skies,
through blurred
thin lines of deep regret
and ever
swollen eyes,
in deep remorse
of life sold out
to bidders
holy war,
i lay my sword
on unsheathed heart
and beg in blood
for more.
lay in tar
of blackened days
and hazy
silty skies,
through blurred
thin lines of deep regret
and ever
swollen eyes,
in deep remorse
of life sold out
to bidders
holy war,
i lay my sword
on unsheathed heart
and beg in blood
for more.