Downward Years To Come
glassy reveriesfire filled yesterdays
we are the bleeded ones,
the worlds forgotten sons
sit between my lips
more death then life in our breath
we don’t gaze at gods,
the gods gaze at us.
watching roses sleep
blackened cloud of graves
in a harvest of stars
heaven seems so far
crawling in the depths, leaping from above
one hour to the next, downward years to come