Arteries and veins gasping for air,
Choking on Centuries of culture.
Asphyxiation of the essence
Leads to death of the soul.
Smothered in the new,
All history drained through a wound.
The proud river of life that was,
Is now thick and seeping.
No longer the red blood of love,
But now the enclosing pitch-dark of death.
The dried of heart blacks,
Crumbles beneath the weight of change.












