Poems from AdamArlt

The Man in the Suit
I walk a lonely road in the dark Filled with thorns and thisles I hear music, see a small light I am wearing tattered old ripped blue...
Until the Sun Turns Black- Adam Arlt
Rocks cascade beneeth giant boulders Ash flows through air when it once was a summer breeze Bullets act as honeysuckle bushes, as you...