Credit: gapingvoid.com
Solstices comes with dark days, nights and fears
I stare at Utopia
Mind stained with blood, sweat and tears
In my head I hear voices calling
Six feet at the edge of my thoughts, I’m falling
Branded with pains, I howl
Headed for grace land, on Wounded Knee I crawl
In the field of my emotions
With pity dark clouds look down at me
My dusty path, has lost its directions
An enigma, lonely but free
All I hear is echoes and silence of a fading heart to be.
