cole - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Forgotten the sky


ghosts apparently escape
His heart is forever dead wolf
Now the burning demon dies
remember
Now why he admires me?
dark as the sun quickly admires force wind
on the night of dancing ...
new heart hurts for foreign slaughter sick dreams
escapes from the hands after hunger hunger
leaving
Do you not see that, with your hands wildly lost fights pain?
transient strong wind
and yet still...