Gloomy Descent
 

Gloom deposes bloody
tattoos on my soul
and salinates my
already salty cheeks

Fossilized thoughts
roam my greasy streets
painting familiar maps
in aggressive graffiti
on brick walls

Beliefs corrode and
clouds of grief
come marching in
to make the dark sky
even darker

I'm just sitting
on a bench in the park
watching the sky
and watching myself
fall

ik vind 't nix...

lol.. thx.. niet dat ik niet tegen kritiek kan.. maar waarom??