Meaningless roses
I send you back with my love...
I am finding myself.
Stumbling through the darkness...
Every scar I carry,
Reminds me of a war...
A constant poetical struggle
is to stroll through barren, forsaken stations...
Dreams are the essence of life,
sometimes forming reality but...
Two hamsters running upon
opposite wheels, nibbles and...
...and, the moon was shot
in the head, yet...
From griffonage to graphospasm
the noctivagant hand wanders...
Pardon my skepticism,
sometimes it becomes...
If you really knew me you'd know how much I hurt...
If you really knew me you'd know I use to be shy...
I wake up within yellow bars, bones
yellowed like newspapers in sunlight, dreams...
The passing clouds above my head
With the light breeze of the wind upon my face...