That east wind clawed at my skin leaving me fragile again I was once impervious to reckoning but now every element guffaws at how weak I have become the shrill call of the night birds humiliate me for I am alone again far apart and torn at heart
I pour a drink to drown the torrid flames burning me from the inside but its no good once a flaming bastard always one
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
There is a woman I love, I call her my sister We spent only two years, little time together Yet, as the time passed we grew closer On the first day in hostel, a late night conversation Soon turned into