Thursday, March 29, 2007

The Bitter Harvest of a Dying Flower

Eruption
Scandal has decended
Rapids flowing fast
Rocks bash the skin
Open Wounds are Flushed of Blood
Dark and Deep Water
Swallows the Nine
Engulfs The Eleven
Drowns The One

2 comments:

AstroSphinx said...

its speaking in poetry and code.. I think I understand something.. but then often I miss the point of the encryptedness.. and just focus on the beauty and I can almost hear the sound of what your voice sounds like reading this silently to myself...

Doctor Metropolis said...

I am a spooky reader!