Where the kings once faltered
and hail...

Dilated,
your eyes can see the paint peeling off the walls...

Chime with a bell of death,
a lullaby beneath your shiver breath...

Through the mists
through the woods...

***My mind has developed writer's block.
Here's some random suicidal thoughts...

Sunset,
precious; don't fret...

I was close to coming
when she bid adieu...

Guileless fingers, etching prayers on my face,
blotting out sunlight with whispers of grace...

***Doctors can't diagnose poetry.***
Sitting alone, with needles in the skin...

The symphony of shadows,
midnight music I've composed...

I share, this stare,
watching all these eyes...

As a palm is outstretched,
yellowed and whispering of age...