You have wings, but cannot fly.
You have eyes but cannot see...

D emonic appearence,
A cid that burns your eyes...

Broke the gate, and out of control,
unstopppable now, fear pulses through as darkened...

Do I enter darkness?
Submit to the shadows...

New Hampshire Rain
White purness, is dismissed by a rain...

A prisoner of myself, mind tormented by verse,
no sleep for this lively soul...

Canopy covered, protected, rain pours on,
but provides life to exotic petals...

Sorrow seems to follow you,
like a pack of widowed wolves...

Your words plow through my soul,
like raindrops pounding the windows...

Fog bleeds from the moon like ghost like tendrils,
Grasping at what they can't reach...

I fall from grace,
unholy night...

Trace for fingerprints,
of a memory long forgotten...