Big cities

Big cities.

Empty trains.

Shore at foamy waters,

The brink of war.

The drowned in angry shapes,

Grotesque face, body in angles,

Twisting under pressure

Of inky currents.

Water lilies

Float still

Over inky lakes.

A splash of red,

Weaving like sunrise through

Voided silhouettes, needles, gaunt as Death.

The metallic taste

Of blood-red hair.

Empty cities,

Ablaze with

Fiery hair. Skeletal hands

Cling to long strands.

Tinted eerie green lights that

Metamorphose into dancing myths

Of trains in the sky, then

Fall to the ground.