Echoes and reverberations.
Caffeine buzz of pipes,
adrenaline in the radiator.
Threat, promise, epithet.
Help is on the way.
Every choice is yours,
Every choice you make, wrong.
No matter how you slice it
in the end you have to die.
(Silhouettes of souls:
a reminder: "Desperate times call
for desperate measures.")
No comments:
Post a Comment