Ivory goddess lay rigid, amongst a trail of...
pale, limp, fingers gripping a narcissus bulb...
He could slip a knife in a conversation
Slicker than the last supper...
Who knew I would ever feel this again?
What happened to happiness and my new best friend...
As I rest my cheek on the cool metal of my weapon
And my eyes follow its pointing barrel...
Fear is only real to those who believe
And those who flee will forever be seen...
Rumors hide like a veil
Cold as ice like a veil...
Lost in a river in which I lay
Forgotten by all when I wake...
Silent screams
relinquished tears...
Patience- I try to tell myself,
but my hands want more...
It's burning, each day
I feel the craving stronger...
Loving feel, luring appeal
Piercing eyes, oh so wise...
I struggle to come
Back up for air...