Within an hourglass,
blood was dripping as...

Moonlit clouds tailored a silver sky,
peaking stars shadowed her face...

They called me a psychopath,
but you looked into my eyes...

I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...

Her small face rested on my arms,
for I have approached her broken part...

As the moon
approaches...

You catch feathers
from mid air...

I saw your
shadow...

Tonight,
the shadow in my closet is...

You’re not an illusion
you’re real to me...

the sky closes her eyes
and you feel your body...

I anchored my faith to you.
My feet stopped kicking cold...