cole - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Broken


and yet still aware ruddy dance?
dies after wolf omnipresent reality of death as
be idi?
Loch helpless forget about fear as the last destination
forgotten morning greedily looking for life
looking for black sin
painful existence strictly dancing
your shadows are suffering
Full shade hurts our desperately absurd
re-host of lethal reality hurts
fatal burns to the mother house of fear
lose the sun...