Barren

...streets; shotguns and ink. the shotgun cracks the night, locked within the seed of death, dark. the streets are frozen in space... barren in time. the wind causes the leaves to spin. trash flutters in the heat. the pale light of a street lamp cuts...the gloom. a circle of images in the thick black, lnk... lay puddles of warm life in the dark streets metal sparks in white... red runs the complex stone. a scream is soft in the hard night, it is alone… ...run from the rains as it comes... down in driving sheets! ...waste away the rust from gray stone. painted with rubies of blood in bone. it runs like ink! sins are burning, buried are the deeds, deep the raging seas... shotguns spin. the smoking barrels ghosts curl… from someone's broken deeds, machinery! crash into the rain, dark of the insane. the lamp dims... hums, flickers, sparks, brakes and dies the finality washes in...