Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

14 February 2015

Solid Ground





Home is where hate thrives

Black night

The shadows linger as the mind panic

Red eyes

Peaks of blackened ranges in the distance

Only the weak can suffer with pride

Home is where the last breath whistles

Grey vision

Haunted and with the hammer of cosmos above

Live to die

The light is behind you now

Toneless cold darkness awaits

Feet seeking solid ground

Nothing is all

Live



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