Words are made then used in phrase
Created and shaped to fit each purpose...

Masked in alabaster pale and hallow
we look in ways that shatter superstition...

These ropes that hold me bound in place
made of nothing that seams to be real...

Bitter changes come and go
fading in fading out...

Where is that life i lost
i swear it was just here...

Winter breathes across the world
covering me in softness...

WAXING and waning flowing from full to black and...

I see
i see through things that aught not be said...

Walking seems to pass the time
and hours fly as i stroll in peace...

Sorrow sits a lonely friend
waiting for my quick return...

A stranger in this foreign land
pushed upon a bended knee...

Lost in darkness unknown to joy
interpreting words in ever changing meanings...