Beautiful Waistland
#6 of poems
Hope you find some usefulness in this.
Darkness creeps across the sky.
Singing birds fall, crash and die.
Their blood makes a beautiful scene.
Death and decay, blood and steam.
I walk in a waistland.
Of my own creation.
Smiling as i see, the world of damnation.
I wish their was someone i could show.
Without them crying, and weeping their woe.
Darkness creeps across the sky.
A promise of death.
In the guise of a lie.