I'm staring at the blank screen,
it's got white and peach; it's pale...

Soft
like the spot...

Lights flicker on a highway drag,
luminescent white strips flashing by...

Little flies buzz against the window,
burning in this summer heat...

Ashes flutter upon the walls of hell;
snowy white and harvest orange...

Superstition and reality,
they force me to write these words...

Tears spatter against window panes
as the clouds cry out against injustice...

The rain's not falling anymore,
we're too damn close the July's end...

Oh, these lavender walls are closing in...
you don't see them, but I do...

Hypocrite
why do you keep talking...

There is true beauty
in these tumbling red leaves...

My heart is hurting
Lord...