Those cracks in the paint, they are spreading
although unseen to what we thought was the...
This pen is a knife
slitting the jugular of...
It's amazing how
much I can keep hidden...
You were the scandal
that I held a secret...
Petals of rust
and marigold...
No more lies in my mind.
Pushing forward for whats in store...
Beyond the mountain's whisper
Is a land where dreams are grown...
The dip between her chin and
collar bone has mouths parted like...
Hues of burgundy
lushly brushing the cheeks of...
I swear to tell the truth,
and nothing but the whole truth...
The memories tease and taunt,
As they continuously turn to nightmares that...
Fiddler, play me a story beyond the strings,
entering me within the walls of an inner mystery...