I see a natural me
within mirrors of three...
Far away in the distance, are my aspirations,
My heart wandering beyond the limit...
A memory is just a memory
that can only stay fresh...
From griffonage to graphospasm
the noctivagant hand wanders...
My own true witness of decay
of love and life, dear friends...
They say time tells all
With each leaf that falls...
Has anyone ever wondered?
Wondered what it's like to die...
I,
walk among the zombies...
Today I sat with
the past mark-making history...
I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay...
As the rain hits the window i slowly cry myself to...
my minds blank, but everyone is still screaming my...
Mashed cliches rehearsed to obvious ends;
this tired writer bleeds wretched non-imagination...