Under drifting night clouds
a lone wolf howls...

I love you,
not only for how...

Sometimes I feel like I am the last one who knows...
Sometimes I feel I'm the last one who believes in...

It is the last
warm day of autumn...

Dreams creates hope creates faith creates dreams
need creates pain creates desperation creates need...

Death sits across
the table staring at me...

Right now
alone in a room a man...

A fortitude of futile fumblings
serene seraphs of serendipity...

I'll stare at the sunset
until my eyes turn black...

After years of wanting
nothing came...

I miss you as I'm
staring at the silent, suffocating walls...

I'd tear my soul in two
just to give you half...