Lady
had...

Ravens drift to sunshine
like a taboo superstition upon...

I've searched my soul
beyond the darkest dimensions...

Tiptoeing by your bedside
at three am...

There is a place that has been
written about before, many poems...

It lingers in the fridge,
covered in gravy...

I am the breeze
caressing a shadowing...

Falling
hearts dangle...

Pain circles his coffee cup
like the daily weather broadcast...

I come from dark earth
and emerald towers...

As I search through, all that remains
a violence flows within my veins...

Shimmering under a sky pitted destiny,
they swirled around tunes, like a damsel...