She calmly approached him,
while he was carving a wooden bird...
Her hands
trembling...
It feels as though I'm drowning in this darkness;
the latest apocalypse...
I feel it nearing.
It is over-powering...
My blood flows in an awkward direction
Forming clots...
I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay...
I trudge onward despite
waist-deep deception...
Keep your distance away from the razor.
You don't really want to do this, I know...
If tomarrow never comes,
Will my past and future be zeroed out...
I remember never a thought
A thought as a thought just comes by...
A new life, a new canvas, a brand new start,
Life is seen by me as a peice of art...
The spider takes up residence
in the corner...