I do not know this place,
Where we have come to be...

It itches
Your memory...

One among a million
So common place in school...

Were you sent to judge the world
From high upon your throne...

Storm clouds are gathering
A lightning strike...

Rendering dreams
From mind to paper...

Soft whispers in my ear,
Filling me with shame...

A touch of darkness deep inside
Somewhere within us all...

Death?
He was a friend of mine...

Your lips were like glass
Smooth, cold...

Knowledge
Truth, wisdom...

Prudent answers leave my lips
You don't like it anymore...