Updated: Nov 9
Historically benevolent,
and socially irrelevant,
he sits on his knees in prayer.
The silence rings,
and the battle sings,
and his vision is without a care.
Soulfully kind
in an emotional bind,
alone in a binding stare.
A healing glow,
his aura shows
when his body begins to wear.
Bare feet tippy toe across the grass as the cool breeze blows the hair across my face The day slows down not moving too fast just sitting in the sun, the clouds blowing at a moderate pace leaves rustl
Pieces of me the crumble Fall to the earth I was high on my cloud but now lower than I deserve My heart is empty The blood is velvet dust my bones become brittle as my insides rust Hollow is my head m
