I write to calm the silence
To compromise its' ruse...
Not all scars may show,
Not all wounds can heal...
The Angel and Mystic
With poems and notes...
Trodding aimlessly along a broken stone path,
On the cold lonely moor in my sanctuary...
Pain calls me
i want to answer...
I am a red flame
I am the raging fire...
some days, my bladder is like
a food garbage disposal unit...
.
Trouble was in the fusty air...
We leave like that we were not together,
If I see behind, all fake and follies...
His time has past and he is gone
It's time to face that call...
...
Hollow eyes stare out from inside a mirror.
They focus...recognizing this familiar stranger...