Sleepy Kitten Poem by Charcoal Bullet

make a move - the figures frigid notes
doomed, like the sand in unsteady
my pawns crawl... through the days...
one...
the front line - in the bands life
everyone who comes - give freedom
fined for 1000 years
smoke over the horizon - made of wind and kerosene
Your Hiroshima... on the bottom...
One...
Death invent new ways of life,
in living conditions...
Cold, somewhere just behind the retina -
half-naked soul…
better forget about the birds encountered -
They broke not flew to the heart,
want to break...
blue roofs step meeting
city break somewhere in the sand clock
and only the candle - melt sand
piece of transparent glass in the sky
sleepy kitten saw all this,
in one of his black and white dream...