By Janea Hope

From light to dark

Time is growing thin in it’s

Own right with its head

Below its tale

For Ever falling

In time to the rhythm of the

Heart of coal

Forts from the deepest place on earth

The whole world has turned

Black from the light

seeping through  the cracks

to the most refined places

Hidden from the view of

Conman conspiracy

The faces of the

Human race

Pill the walls

Of the utmost clean places

From ones heart

To form a well

Of rust and rot

Filling us to the brim

Relentlessly