Something with some imagery from the darker side for our 'spirited' souls :)
Rubicon: "Prendre la balle au bond."
Sketches of utopia etched in blood,
salvations green pastures tainted
by scarlet tears,
staggering to finish freedoms last mile.
Intoxicated and removed from all fear,
sweat's stench consumes my lungs
laced with bitter almonds,
all is ailed thru the onslaught of pain.
Searching for hope thru bloodshot eyes,
darkness consumes a barren room save
a wooden throne,
a metal bowl used to crown a thorn.
Alone I depart as conceived.
