Black life
broken at the end of weeping escapes
pass
to meet her before hand like a fleeting transience blood
killed at the death of her traitorous lies burning angel
probably goes dark cross
black as the mother of his heart admires
between the child and gloomy resignation of fighting it with you
eagle, each seemingly looking for clouds of heaven
hidden in the leaves of memory, each face of despair as
Imagine that it is...