On rows and rows they hang they hang.
Skin stretched thin on their necks.
A tranquil gasp for one last breath.
The wall a collective shadow of silhouettes. Oxymoron. Escaping death whilst escping life. Completely innocent, unaware, yes painfully clear.
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
On rows and rows they hang they hang.
Skin stretched thin on their necks.
A tranquil gasp for one last breath.
The wall a collective shadow of silhouettes. Oxymoron. Escaping death whilst escping life. Completely innocent, unaware, yes painfully clear.