Youll Find Me In Peices, Youll Find Bloody Stains...
Human anatomy summon the awareness of health,
Though to occupied with strong desire...
Though the light burns my eyes, I will not be...
...I am an artist...
My meaning seems ill and faded,
Heart still studders to speak out to rough time...
Bathed in moonlight, blissful shimmer,
swishing, silently, as gentle as the breeze...
The click clack of heels upon empty streets,
echoing as though through twisting corridors...
Minute confessions
Reverberating silence...
A knife in the dark
sliding smoothly between ribs...
The only sound that echoes through the night is...
The only ones who remained are the dead...
The wind roars and bird flee
rain is coming down and falling on her face...
Nothing makes sense anymore
i feel like I'm shut out by a door...
It's the same each and every time
Disconnect...