These are dark times.

These are dark times.
Each heart encaged.
Each tongue with a noose.

My thoughts hang and die,
falling from the vine
shrivelled and discarded.

Each light is blue and green.
Each light is red and white.
We make it through another


  1. Ink · December 2, 2007

    nice. 😉

  2. zaphodfreek · December 2, 2007

    Thank you.

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