Our scars are ways to reveal usin braille of the fleshand the movementsof our psycheto be read by transient loversand distractionsfor melancholy souls..
You immersed yourselfin my ashen remainsagaincreating our own exquisite macabre renditionof Monet in monochrome watercolorsthe brilliance of your mast..
I can still hear her laughterThere is a seatnext to methat had been filledmost of my life......empty nowno one else can sit therenot that there isanyt..
On this night when darkness loomsas shadows cast upon my gloomthere seems to be within my rooma spiritdevoid of of human formto liveamongst my eternal..
Great pale orbthat shines it's lightmakes a monochrome worldof our nightshadows dancewith delightin the certaintythey are out of sightand as the new d..
living in shadows of minefingertips run along consciousness wallsblocking out the sunI aimlessly walk the pathbuilt from a painful pastand a mistrustf..