A great shadow is casting upon the city born out of cement. The distortion is taking over.

Heartbeats scream numbly like exhausted electronic ports ruled by a programing electricity source that is unknown.

Life full eyes light up amidst the still grey of the new innovation of agreement and unwanted peace and follow the listed path.

The cold hands tighten the neck inside a burst of truth and release the mouth to gasp out what is deemed to be corruptive pollution.

Will taken away by force, speech reduced to unfaithful symbolism. And love, torn appart by the meticulous excision of consciousness.

Days as a desert of location and timeless space full of void.


© Marios G. T.