Friday, April 29, 2005
It's with the aftermath
that we are clothed.
Burnt flesh and chared hands
raised as skinny antennas
to the sky.
An earthly protest against
a heavenly curse.

For they crumble,
these ancient walls.
Created by bloody hands,
only to drowned in their
own creation.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.