chaos haiku
the crawling things take no relent.
the stirrings of the possessed senses.
the protest of withered hands in function.
the machines take their roles in society.
the cost is too much to deny now.
the motion makes waves appear.
the friends are nowhere now.
the husks remain to play.
the games of discord.
what is the price paid for the creative mind?
Posted by :\_khet on May 31st, 2008 in h for Hwyl..., personal afflictions. Both comments and pings are currently closed.