All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...
My heart is pumping sharp thorns killing my heart...
As sharp as snow feels while standing on;with bare...
I wonder will they ever look back
will they stop and think...
Blessed be the dew
on this cold graveyard ground...
A bloody cloak twas draped upon scorched shoulders
I lay barren, within a hopeless, romantic moon...
With haunting silence,
I follow the steps you've made...
The moment slips through my fingers; Lightly...
Taunting me so carelessly - Like those words...
I beckon that of my demons
Surrounding my existence...
What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain...
I am a red flame
I am the raging fire...
Scarf of death
Venus smiling before my eyes...
Collections of memories, emotions, reflections,
reside in the psyche, "an immaterial part of...