She floats through streets and weeps sweep,
Frightfully robbing the town of sleep...
A plentiful night. The gentle whispering of the...
A lone tree, standing trial for winters' sins...
I am always at war.
the good and bad in me...
These chunks of armor keep falling off...
I can feel each hit...
A black heart
for a black soul...
Walking down paths to railroad tracks,
A dark silhouette walks and his shoulders crack...
Wretch! Reborn from his starlights grin.
Fallen from light as if he never had been...
On this stage
as i face the struggle within...
Through a dirty window sits an empty room.
How empty can be made a tomb...
The room here waits through fadded thought
And longs for sleep less soon forgot...
I wonder...
Wherever this nebulous varmint is...
I am cold
inside and out...