There is something about dead trees and dark, dreary buildings that inspire and create poetry, if not madness. It could be that the darkness awaken spirits within them or within us…
Scarlet writings etched upon the wall
A reminder of that fateful day
Of hues and picturesque sights
On my canvas
Mystery. Passion. Fear. Angst.
Pierced and smeared with black and white
Capturing every space and turning it
Into a masterpiece
Blank. White. Pallid.