Death underneath
Cold North November skies
Where the veil between worlds
Becomes thin, shimmering ribbons of light
In the Night sky,
A chilling ache
Spreads from within,
No one to keep you warm at night
Never to know love again
Like a slave in a galley
Rowing all day
Rhythm is monotonous
Mechanical emotion
Lifeless eyes, grey blood,
Plastic love.
Exhaustion.
-JACK BLARE