henry - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Forgotten man


sun crowów crying
loses its despair blood
spit on skrwawionej penalty of despair for the lost beauty of death
greedily lose every angel
cleaning frightening escapes
sees again flame shadows on the consciousness of redemption trappy
the unity of the NIP blaspheme your blood as red as the sows fear the cross
looking for new dreams frightening absurdity
expects to complete the host of the world
fights with red clouds
to lose the dead silence in the clouds
naively darkness kills our night ...
dream of a hidden fear of the devil lurid crazy
it's
House rejected as absurd the fall hurts uncertain
dark absurd only now dying