laugardagur, febrúar 21, 2004

"he stops
spits in the face of the child
thoughts
darker than the darkest of nights
clouds of black
seem to be on his mind
he just lost
the last round of his fight

the weeping of the souls
leaves empty faces
smiling at the crowds


she cries
in her heart an empty space
sorrow
reflecting in her eyes
kiss..
..es
of promises
promises took her breath away

the weeping of the souls
leaves empty faces
smiling at the crowds...

"

-hejira