I need but one day.
Just one will do just nicely...
Sorry I haven't had time to write a new poem, alot...
Portraying such childish humour, yet
evil resides within his blanched mind...
Golden lights shine in the distance
From my dreams, they summon me...
I was the sinner
confessing...
Stepping forward to the past
on the path you tip toe...
You know, in the end,
I'm just a drawing made...
We leave like that we were not together,
If I see behind, all fake and follies...
These demons at my side keep taunting me their...
“Hush little baby it will be alright mamas not...
You were the stranger I saw
amongst the echoes of my dreams...
The smile of a saint,
The grin of evil...
That Saturday
Was like any other day for me...