hailey

...our poetry...

Our storm


uncertain last escape from the shadows as the crime of the broken sky
NIP full of dark raven Satan!
Our fear is fighting like a disaster with blasphemous memory
In addition, the corpse on the mother wolf past hurts
clouds you lose it
elusory house dance
ponurego to look fixedly on an angel
It shows the long suffering
red passage lies ruddy absurd ...
seem to cry
escapes long sin
behold, the end...