Walking down the streets on Monday night
gets me high on emotional impressions...

Silent, whispering zephyr
slithered down the skin, freely...

Breathe with me, inhale toxic bittersweet medleys
of the gorgeous angelic hues; timid sighs haunt...

Bare feet carved lullabies
for your thunderstorms...

There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow...

Addiction mesmerized soul,
darkened with velvet notes...

Ornamented with purple flowers
obscure silhouette, unearthly...

There are pieces of me you'd never see:
alabaster constellations...

I stumbled upon twisted lips of deceit,
eyes black and empty, heart of concrete...

Evanescent obscurity and shadowed passion inside
amongst timid sighs hand in hand with Devils bride...

Nocturnal whispers reveal secrets
plunged in liquor of moonlit alchemy...

Grievous thirst, perish!
Succumb to my somber needing...