thoughts from a crucifix

may the skies remain forever gray (an honest shade)
the skeletal fingers of the earth but silhouettes
ranging ever skywards
to draw life no more... more inspiring than a sunset whos colours i dont see

a dejected weird grins

a colour changes and just like the sun it makes me want to hide
makes me wish i were stronger

i can make a club afraid
the whole bar turns blue and bends their necks when i passed....

life is a musical thing and the cosmic breath likes to bend the strings