Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
A blockage you say,
Try another...
When I was a child,
a night time was something to truly fear...
Wandering the darkest forest,
clutching a small candle...
Cotton fog pillows -
I see your long embracing...
She hid; her heart ready for the hunt.
While she waited alone silently...
Bring forth the sun to this place of darkness.
Let her tears be transformed in to joyous...
Rebuking demonic spirits has never spewed from my...
but tonight, I cast out the torturous enemies...
I am thunder,
a demolition...
Forget me...
When I'm gone...
It's burning, each day
I feel the craving stronger...
Gazing moonlight on my soul
Darkness far from my eyesight...