The
T...

Silence envelops the moths inside,
flying into my gut wall...

If happiness was a lifetime
and grievance not a breath...

Seeing familiar faces become distant,
Old names depart my mind...

Suffocate my heart with mist
Pour sabre winds on my soul...

She gripped the lace fingers,
interlocking with her own...

Violence - noticed
On the contrary...

Sat by the fusty loch,
with my least favourite orange jumpsuit...

She hid behind
the satin curtain...

Twilight grew closer,
As he muttered in her ear...

A guilty conscience has three eyes.
One of which is a chocolate...

I think -
o'er the edge I trailed...