Poem -

BURNT PASSION AND ME YOUR NIGHT SKY

This claw soft in its map
traces blind sores across this cradle
a face I will never meet
storms black and storms red
voice a whiskey wound
burning trees bleed into wider glass shots
fear trickles into ages only sin
gods frail on kneeling guns
flash the pointed bone
touched on the single saving grace

the drifting breeze caused in distraction
sway amongst a dance
hurt on the jagged lip
Whiskey drastic in deserted vibrant AI Sound

Wonders creeping through swallowed portals
imagine a saviour on fire
smoke floods in a dam blasted by passions gasoline

JUST THIS THING
JUST THIS LOSS
JUST ONE OF THE THINGS LEFT BEHIND
NO WINTER SUMMER IN FROZEN SUN
SEE ALL THE ANGELS OFFER
ME THE PAINTED SAINTS TO BLAME

PASSIONS BURNT
ASHES FLY
AND I AM THE NIGHT SKY