the smell of ashes
it's time for her to wake up
fleeing humans scream...

clouds group together
almost like a flock of birds
they sing divine songs

she's been through the war
he held her captive for months...
now she must rebuild

the growl of a dog
covers up a loving heart
the pup's wagging tail

i wish you'd slap me
"fairytales don't come true, fool!"
... i wish i was sane

love crumbles worse than
any building ever has
it leaves you hopeless

there is nothing "wrong"
with criminal masterminds
it's evolution

covered in ashes
the artist's unconscious work
rising from the dead