The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved...

Day is fading it softly bows
The ghostly whispers rise somehow...

I am muting life
So life can mute me...

The pain that upon my heart was wrought
Was something that was not sought...

Will you be able to help heal me
Self destruction...

A cry for help
Is like a quiet whisper in the night...

My pen is empty
As my words dry up...

My mind yearning
Chasing the craving...

Lightning don't strike
In the same place twice...

Acorns laying scattered around
Conkers a deep rustic brown...

How I wish life was simple
With no loss...

I watch you sleep
Lying next to me...