Comments about Patrick Szwaja
None's No Less Than None.
broken bones, stitch by stitch
left to die, inch by inch
the fall of man commences
in the face of his defenses
the wake of never after
aftermath is coming faster
this apocalyptic vision
is forged of indecision
the ashes will fade away
surely as the sun rises each day
but if i take away the sun
we’ll all be equal in darkness, none.
a bloodspattered canvas adorns the wall
as if artistically aligned for the fall
every line so fluid, beautifully stark
it’s every essence accentuating the dark
and if i stare in abyss longer than time
i can almost make out what was once mine.