Blackened skin and golden hair,
Lights upon the evening airs;
Raising fumes and tearing curls
before the darkness, taking turns.
Fire eats us, everywhere.
Blackened blood sustains its life,
An angered mind in hidden strife.
A half turned soul, a running wraith,
And blackened lips and harried step,
Consume a burden, held in despite.
Who stops the digging that stop the skies?
And empty mouths that spew and lie?