Twilight of the Apocalypse
embracing the tickler of despair
hear the bomb exploded
the gunfire response
an intricate dance of violence
remember the red cross Sundays
time tortures the mind
as we forget the like
peace a fairytale
warm beer in a burnt out house
searching for something useful
a can of fruit or piece of wire
some shells for my gun would be good
the night is so lonely
the fires seem like city lights
we forget reality
for a little while
reading my life
in the tea leaves
someone left in the cupboard
before the bomb came crashing down
their loss is my gain
“life feeds on life”
Tea for me
in the twilight of the Apocalypse
© Deep Piercing Cut 2009
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very CONGRATS on this feature Glen – really dig ur words & message