Branded Time Heaven knows I want more Heaven takes me from your door Pallid skin of the dying ones Things I am not are things I become Remoulds the caste of time unbroken The language of love is unspoken In the light of morning I will be one The light of morning I’ll become I remain still, silent as angels I, in the darkness and danger I drown in days longer than the sun Outlasting time’s corona, screaming lung. Feb 23, 2022 4 Facebook Tweet Email
