Sunday @ Sunday, August 29, 2010
breathing under darkened skies.
where angels cry .
and demons sored,up high .
as they fumed the air.
u wonder , when .
would everything cease to exist .
when , would be the triumph of warmness.
yearned , languished, famished.
gazing up upon the sky ,
longing for a savior,
one`s lingering wait for salvation.
awaits dispassionately
done by : d.malice 30 / 08 / 2010 - 02:28
