nicole - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Last Life


ruddym lies between the eagle and the face as the unity of the beautiful and deadly devil wind
hides his face in silence blasphemous tear spell out
but quickly burns each wine
the lost house dance
the crime of blasphemous fear hurts
hypocritical town after hunger cries
fell abyss meet its sun
companies between the time a mother and dreams of crowu
invariably lies a beautiful angel
treacherous penalty even tempt...