The devil may be the devil may not but the...
Material possessions seemingly the only key too...

It is thy will that i should sit and wither,
forget the world that adorns my window of glass...

Old house, with old objects.
Like a hideaway...

As dark as the night.
as Grey as non existent sunlight...

The birthday is the symbol
of not a year lost but another year gained...

In bleach i sat, forgot to remember the remnants...

The sun will rise one last time.
Too the top of cliff plateau I have climbed...

Morning is breaking upon a flow of a draft.
morning is growing reaching it hands up towards...

Life, what is life?
Life's a roller coaster...

How many times can legs falter
at the last hurdle I'm sitting there...

Flowing veins, await until throat is torn, mangled...
live a decrepit life existing among squalor of the...

Winter child be calm Today.
Every sunset dawn is not out of sight...