A bleeding memory
Slowly passes the darken road.
Leading a sour aroma,
Steadily increasing its pace.
Shadows of demons dancing
Across the walls.
Holding hands,
Holding lives.
A bleeding memory
Of a sacred word.
Inheriting an owner’s
Beliefs and Fears.
Belarus reports impenetrable.
Beyond the range of normal.
Un-explained by laws of art
Pulling through the road
Of shadows.
A bleeding memory
Of yesterday’s word.
Extrasensory perception
Of One’s true feeling.
One’s unlawful breathe.
Stretching across its tongue
I “hate” you
Hate