The Danger Zone is a monarch of drizzled flamboyancy that conveys the ever present scent of decent.

Come into the structure that once shattered my restless mind.
Ponder now the prescience of middle age and the obelisk of love.

A whirlwind of spades.
A check and match approach..

Spiraling inwards…
Spiraling outwards…

Let the shadows lie next to me.
Share the empty void.
The question mark now borders between divinity and sacrilege.

Mark M.