 - by M.. Mac Gillivray, 16 HRM
Spells of whatevers,
Cast through the air.
Turning people against each other,
Losing friends everywhere
The broken dissolve,
The damned disappear.
Streaming downwards to Hell,
That one single tear.
Losing balance through the day,
And hope through the night.
Caged inside the broken shadow,
Drifting farther from our sight. |
