I lay the black cross over my right eye
my own blood over my Poetry
I am somewhat called we
I could get you so excited you would ***

I lay my words where my body could fall
in those rose gardens of trust
the park where Angles shed their wings
whist whispering Eden to the last of them

Wow whom are the black hearted ones
olden *****
Born For Burning 13

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris