#003

To be read while listening to the following...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByRkggPFiMM&feature=related

This man in an ash grey suit
with brown blood stained boots
shows me the ash grey gun
pedagogical, smile none.
Too soon to shoot
at the fading sun.

Through the window cast to the wall
like a fire sweeping the hall
the burning blaze of a dying day,
evidently nothing golden stays.
Wood paneled like bathroom stall
I'm frozen no breath no words to say.

His face is like a broken clock.
His eyes bequeath a sunken dock.
His teeth are white but painted black.
He knows you know he won't look back.
The time, his face, it roams and stocks,
it's running out and off the track.

A sickness swirling in my core
no nightmare night has known before.
His eyes tick seconds none
when he tosses me the ash grey gun.
The time has passed and is no more,
the sky ash grey with a sunken sun.

#001

An attempt at something new...click below.
(I suggest making it full screen.)

#001