As you throw down your blackest ace with a sneer and a rusty chuckle, a dagger of ice rips up my spine and I choke on my own heart. ~ Kenneth N Cook ------------------------------------------------ And so farewell sweet lady of the dark distant eyes and the empty smile. How could you ever know that you stole the sunshine as you walked slowly away. ~ Kenneth N Cook ------------------------------------------------ In the silent hours after the bombs have stilled and the flames have died, the puppets start to twitch again on strings that descend from hot crimson skies. ~ Kenneth N Cook
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 23:23:34 +0000