"There was a time when we were milk and honey
a time before we found out rocks and metal
the gods descending in between our veins
rupturing our heart of earthly glass
sliding towards the bottom of a glass of wine
our demons horns hiding as we sink
It's true, the things they say about the end
in falling prey to towers of molten sand and steel
in furnaces all things are made the same
scorched and blazed into the tender fold of dust"An old poem I wrote with a friend I recently rediscovered. I suppose I'll start posting on here again. Maybe attempt to squeeze some creative juices out of the ol' noggin.
Peace to you!
An old
