Against the fading light of eastern skies. And
all the stories winter speaks. Hush the lips
like dry river beds. Tears are frozen
shiny beads. Trees wear a shade of
withered brown. The once taut skin
is peeling off. Eyes are hollow empty
sockets. The air it reeks of your
sin. I gasp for breath and angels
weep. Now this town has lost
its sleep. The larks have flown
to a distant shore. Love
doesn't live here anymore
