Blank pages
lines...

Am I a cartoon?
A caricature of real life...

You said that you loved me
You said that you would always be there...

His final actions
Captured his personality...

He sits; caressing the picture of a young girl
smiling by a pool...

Strange light dimmed quick at Heaven's dying
Freedom lost under man's futile dreams...

I hope I'm not getting sick again
My writing's returned...

A stirring of echos
From deep within my past...

In the nighttime we find lightening
electricity we see that cannot...

The depth of this is frustrating
Hierarchy of insinuating...

I. Blankness
It's the Gray...

The cyclical events of time
To rhythem in steady pulse unwind...