Digital drawing · doodle · Line art · poetry

Under your tears.

Where  is the sky,

when I hear nothing but your chatter,

and these roads hellish.

When did the sky shed its tear,

where the occupants of their 

shelter are contingent than comfort.

Mighty Zeus,

you are without your power.

Can we give it to you like that,

or have men were always

the one to be jealous of 

their insanity than their own mortality.


© XenoGrapx, XENOphagz

®Artsydhude 97-18

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