Liquid Sunshine
Bluelighter
The landscape in the distance
Lacks coherence.
Each feature is fractured,
The face of the land in pieces,
Shattered and twisted
Tattered
Like dying vines
Or varicose veins.
I gaze upon this hellish visage,
And smile to the face of my enemy.
Lacks coherence.
Each feature is fractured,
The face of the land in pieces,
Shattered and twisted
Tattered
Like dying vines
Or varicose veins.
I gaze upon this hellish visage,
And smile to the face of my enemy.
