We will pass each other on the street,
And we will dip our heads...

I feel a little saddened!
And my eyes desire to bleed...

Tell me that you hear me
We need to know you're there...

The pain bled out and venting,
Or the pain you keep on writing...

Don't you try to understand me
For you cannot and never will...

I do not have a halo,
But a circular spinning disc...

A silence so deafening
It echos all around...

No fur in which to bury my ugly face,
Brother lost to me though of a different race...

You try to close the coffin
But the thing inside wants out...

To draw life in full colour upon parchment,
To see beauty in flat creation. Shades of reality...

I don't dream so often anymore.
If I do then I seldom remember context or details...

I think it's time to take some time out!
Some time just for myself...