A lady in black knocked on his door
he opened it not knowing what was in store...
Clutters of sadness block the doorway to my soul...
Ivory goddess lay rigid, amongst a trail of...
pale, limp, fingers gripping a narcissus bulb...
They drink because
they think it heals the pain...
Your words hurt harder than your fists against my...
Your love tears me up more than the voices you put...
You moved on, I never lost sight of you.
You erased me, I have your face burned and carved...
The nightmare.
An encounter with the laughter...
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...
As I gaze into the moons eye its soul pulls me...
A path I needed to venture before but pride would...
A love so strong its hard to break
sometimes a love so weak it aches...