Πέμπτη, 24 Αυγούστου 2017

Senses in Death

A blue sense, hidden from life's corrupted lens 
Time has changed, in the blink of the eye 
A yellow rose gnawed on my ill bones 
A stiff sentiment of void and perdition, 
like a thousand waves, drown from afar 
I can feel somehow your presence in the dark 
And I sway... like a myriad of stars astray 
And I pray... only to succumb in mother Earth's woe 
It feels once more, like rain... 
tilted in devotion... waiting to salute death's strain.

Courtesy of ©nikgml


Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)