The ancient dance of fires ablaze laughter captured in sunshine days lightening across our moody skies muteness found in all goodbyes
crashing teardrops that explode guns of war we just reload erupting mirrors reflecting shards fragmented aces on severed cards grievous wounds we all embrace squalid truths left in their place
Thundering noise I feel within washes over me refines the sin breakes the fury marks relience in all the noise..... what silence