brady - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Skrwawione shadows


Who knows whether the disaster is looking for zdradzieckiego cross weeping?
transient after the fatal lurid flame!
secretly hidden alien mother ephemeral dreams
clouds of heaven to the time
my dead body to tempt your emptiness hidden hyaena
a man fled from a crime
I secretly destroyed me
fighting crime on the iron with foreign sows fear!
time between the corpse loses nothing frightening force of longing and her home scarry
ephemeral face hides a hidden dog
before the end of despair and flees
fatal shadow goes
Any burning rose
for slaughter treacherous looks lonely
ill face a disaster like we have already met
never again does not go black life