Turns out I have some questions
I pray you can give me a clue...
It's strange to not ask questions
as a lifetime goes on and on again...
Do you know what happen when the sun goes down?
Night quietly lays her hands on us...
My holy maiden, I despise the light.
In shattered mirror I can see the future...
Innocence of form
belies the cimmerian shades...
A Tarot reader
can't explain...
Letters entangle as my speech webs
like a black widow, it flows and ebbs...
The childhood house lies in ruin,
no words left to say but I yell anyway...
Crisp was the quill that bled his likeness.
Feeble was the hand by which his vignette was...
In my carefree dream-like hours,
I stumbled upon a grieving mother...
Nausea in my chest,
like the butterflies...
Notes of silence slide over my body,
I lay there breathing in pure oxygen...