Grief does not knock.
It shoulders the door...
Josh your smile's a crooked line
A masterpiece no need to refine...
There -
amidst a pile of leaves and...
Electric magma rises as the phoenix-
Longingly recalls the sweet words of agony...
The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved...
Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways...
Is it a crime to love so deep,
That even angels wake and weep...
I am changing into something new.
I’m growing beyond what I was...
The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story...
Here I am tarnished, a blemished soul
searching for anything to complete me, make me...
Nightmares haunt me rather I am asleep or wide...
I wonder how far can I bend before I actually...
They say I’ve got an OCD
But really, folks, I’m just so me...