Dying into a dance,

Dismal the tide of woes,

Your eyes still can't see

A wave in the foaming streams

Turned loose our prayings son.



The crawling snakes of massacre mesmerize the worn-out.



Blood And Grey Skies Entwined



We gathered the first drop after the bite

And spilled the poison

Over

The earth.

The taste of rain was bitter

The crawling snakes of massacre mesmerize the worn-out.

Blood and grey skies entwined.