The moon is fighting its loosing battle with the never-ending fog That has fallen upon this place of greed I watch them all as they walk around in their worn out designer clothes They look and act so happy and honest When in fact all they radiate is their stone cold ambition In their ignorance… Continue reading MOAN OF THE D…
Author: madmagpie
Snow
One of these days there will be snow and the flowers will die birds will vanish time will freeze
My dear Conscience…
hm… I guess I’m back in the air of divine void pondering the question of existence of my sick-minded alter ego who wishes to get out of the dark closet of oblivion and spread among the people like a plague…