hallow graves

The Great Escape - Patrick Watson

half moon high, the clouds spider cotton, a deepening dark sky, blue ivory husks, grey umber misty fog, dusk, navy blue, anger black. the streets flooding. a overflowing river of flashing lights. headlights. guide the way? bring me home? traffic, crisp, bright, you and me strolling. restaurants in jade, and gold. horror pig, roasted in the kitchen. red door, here the evening is still lurking behind every corner, all eyes on you. shadow is floating behind you, please watch out. not forgotten tonight, down the road, squeals of laughter, in the dark. mischievously waiting, a hidden surprise, hallowed benath the grey cloudy sky. misery lost in graves, live in celebration. of death. hollow wind, hollow pain. chilling cries bleed eyes, unseen, sins, fearless, thirsty, gushing.life is precious, blood gushes down my cheek, i should go. why does it chase me? 
a thirsty complaint as it rains.

30. oktober 2018