Lost in sweet refelctions
And eerie silence...
A lock with a key,
A spoon with a fork...
Realm of the night
Sanctum of all mysteries...
In a lonely dark day in life,
the clouds for a future best friend...
From within, a
fawned virtue follows...
There was an old lady,
who lived on the floor...
The footman was
unseen. I assume, the...
Where we kiss each other
we are two faces...
a stark reminder that reflections, are not always...
delusion a comforter of note...
It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...
I immerse my hands beyond
the taut surface of reason...
Reasons.
and demons. and the things you call treason...