Darkrose

Darkrose

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Veiled

No sound to be heard
A sound track of familiarity
Old eyes in a new face
Watch me from the corner.
A cherubs look
Fat cheeked and bemused.
An angel fallen from grace?
My eyes drift from face to face.
Scratching at the surface of hell
Igniting my bridges one by one
All my life veiled
In shadows