autumn - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Skrwawiony shadow


A new empty
it kills the abyss naively omnipresent darkness
face hunger as crazy dream about blood
mother suffers from the past
escapes as a destination of loch long
probably escapes treacherous madness
every rose has always suffers
secretly meets his existence
kara forever tempting sows
purpose of the red sob escapes from the end of my life as
of the dark cross, remember your
and yet still lost...