Author: merja
Date:May 4 2008
To the sound of falling rain a heart breaks free from the grain. Lacking sustenance upon the years, her ability to foster, abandoned by the unnurtured hand, the cannibal heart this time, the silent shadowy eyes, dying where the sun is lost. Darkness days turned out the sun and it seems you are not the only one to lose your way and die ofthirsting. Fasten those eyes and hold on too slow ensure that the night still has somewhere left to go. And in the blood rain, and in the dark godless hearts walk in here a ruined memorial, burnt embers glitter And her heart remains bitter living where the sun is lost.