Trust me,
The time for tears...

Suspended here up high
amid the fickle cobwebs...

Here, upon this greying carpet
midst the shards of...

Caught within a memory, the world continues on
it's mad rush headlong to oblivion, yet I am...

Can you hear the gentle murmur
Of the brook as it glides by...

Deafened by the dying blast
they wander...

Waiting,
the seconds chase away the minutes...

I dreamed last night.
A noose about my neck was laid...

I watch you, as you walk away
without a backward glance...

Heaven weeps,
with wings outstretched as if...

She knows.
She always knows...

Bright light burns away the ink ingested
after years of wishing dreams could be reality...