Life is harder
than thick morter,
trudging through
the deepest sand.
Gone forever
lost etturnal
bleeding knuckles
and brused hands.

Bridges broken
lies unspoken,
traveling on a
sunless road.
wishing for this
hopeless abyss,
to drown out
my sorrows.
ravens crying,
children dying.
all roads lead
to rome.
hard wind blowing,
bridges bowing,
desolation is
my tomb.