Sleeting rain on dead still nights,
Days are long, but short on time...

My sun won't rise,
Nor my moon fall...

On these hollow black nights
When the moon hides and the night flowers bloom...

Stumble fall slip
Climb back up and take a hit...

What makes a word a word,
Who came up with it and gave it meaning...

Here I sit in this tiny office,
Alone and bored but always mounds of work to do...

Spider spider
You scare me so...

As sun catches the beads that fall like fire from...
Pure bliss courses through my veins...

I am but one
I stand alone...

Here I am again
Reminiscing old memories...

To think of what I had,
What I didn't get...

A being of dark,
Long suppressed and hidden...