ZeroMarker

with heavy heart lock chain and key you speak your sentence each letter upon me. my sentence touched in voices unheard my term and judgment bespoke upon a loved one. in womb and matrix i was held now in this complex night freedoms withheld while once my wings lift upon warm summer air a current as cold stale dead and here as sorrow this violent sky brings news of morrow most of passion heart and touched upon warm skin tonight it grows cold in morning frost in yellow hues in love is loss our growing pains grow stronger still in times of panic confusion to kill a distant wave of flooding loss i