and in the end
there was nothing,
just a faded picture,
a blurry line
or perhaps a wandering snowflake,
something I cannot longer recall,
I just listen at the echoes
of guns and boots in the outside
I curl like Christ in fear,
while the skies yell at the earth,
nothing but a dream,
nothing still.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
and in the end
there was nothing,
just a faded picture,
a blurry line
or perhaps a wandering snowflake,
something I cannot longer recall,
I just listen at the echoes
of guns and boots in the outside
I curl like Christ in fear,
while the skies yell at the earth,
nothing but a dream,
nothing still.
