....en las llamas

In awkward times at awkward places ...
Rogues in glitter robes, with fierce grimaces
Sneak around me glowering.
I should be running away
But I keep standing here in fires.

Sinister choirs of whip-lashing demons
With circling vultures in a dreadful allegiance.
Singing out of tune in empty words and empty phrases
Heard it all before from a familiar face.

And every tone cuts deep as rain in april
Every chord they form tears open the wounds

bathym