Darkness Turns to Dust

Darkness Turns to Dust I feel the chill of winter blowAs clouds of blasphemy rain low.Strong beams of steel dissolve to rustWhenever darkness turns to dust. The wheels fly off, dark skies portendThe world’s going off the deep end.Into the realm of lies we’re thrustWhenever darkness turns to dust. Feels like I’m circling the drainInContinue reading “Darkness Turns to Dust”