Leaves From A Dead Tree Poem by Evil Angel

the leaves broke
in a suicidal childs mind
a shot in the dark bullet
straight through the heart
stealing stones & breaking bones


the last words of a dying man
means nothing unless
being absent is the new present
the truth behind the truth is a lie
baptisted in a river filled with flies


the strenght inside lost in space and time
nothing to gain in the outside world
hanging like a leave from a dead tree
holding on to the blade no one can see
this leave is cutting itself free