Fatal Annotations


The skies hail from a burnished cloud
It gleams throughout the city
For everyone to see.
Everyone can see
There´s no secret here.
There´s no mystery.
Here lay the dozen black hearts
Spent from shattered affairs
And broken from the cold air.
No hope,
We gaze past the sun
Through the polished smoke
Into your eyes.
We burn out, but not fade away.
Given up on existence, we leave it.
We pursue you to a better place.
Your endless grace
Is what I set out in search for.
One poisonous taste from this malicious,
And I hit the floor.

Carter Wolf Del Rosario