blank
is the new black
the same mute
speechless
brutal, yet intangible
purview
wiping the screen of ash
i yearn to see life
beyond obliteration
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
