Intro 


                      Faceless
                      through the remnants 
                      of nameless trails 
                      from the cellars of the 
                      Eternal Sins with
                      creepy movements 
                      have l been fetched
                      here by shoulders of
                      a couple of broken-
                      winged angels. Out.
                      Out of the darkness.
                      Over there is only the
                      endless apprenticeship 
                      of the stiff-necked 
                      hopelessness.

                     Please, don't send me away... 


by  Marta

For Poetic.  2008 May 20.