My ribs do not protrude to stab you,
yet with every step on the scale...
When I gaze upon a summery shade of sorrow
wilted dreams within my acoustic tears...
Mostly
I think that I am going to die alone...
She carries with her oceans;
salty waves that when left alone...
Sun rays climbing up
Kissing the clouds and healing...
As the day returns
to the sea of becoming...
Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...
A mystical mirage of emotion
silences waves, that crash over...
Your clothes are packed and stored away,
My own where yours had been...
Is it blood or wine
that dyed the holy rivers...
Martyr - red painted hands
Opiates silence the pain...
In the still of the twilight
I held your hand...