dreary gold beach daythe fog rolls in,dreary gold beach day
the fog rolls out,
a million riders of whispered smoke pour, teeming, from the sky. you can smell the rain in the wind, a dry smell, a warm smell, a running before the storm smell.
A man pauses on the street, corner, his coat black,
a raven, his face a study, in foreboding. wrinkled eyes turn upward,
skyward, stormward, as the fog rolls in, the fog rolls out.
rock runningI've returnedrock running
to the empty wastelands of the mind,
to travel twice the burdened path,
this red rock of desolation
I carry my self upon my back,
no loneliness like that,
of a furnace,
twice kindled,
yet giving no heat,
i walk alone myriad faces made of stone
yet they are empty
i see my friends,
yet their jesting rends,
my flesh to bone, or so it seems,
yet they are empty,
I would fight them all, in crimson rage,
yet as my ink is upon the page, i see,
That they are empty.
As i trav
HEY!!
Christmas Spirited
--
~KAMIRU
"Without darkness, there is no light
Without evil, there is no good
Without fear, there is no courage"
--
The world is black and white.
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