Submissions by Vertes

Another day was wasted,being obliged to acquire sciences I loathe.
I surrendered another piece of my chromatic world to oblivion.
The seeds of my abstract colours and songs were executed,to give place to leaden burdens.
We all take each others fervour for our own profit.
Instead of building harbours from concrete weal,we build them from sorrow.
Instead of building ships from wood,we build them from shit and dirt.
We row towards the sea of tears