Gentle whisps of elegant despair,
hidden like locks of broken tots...

I imagine her heart.
I imagine the break...

My love,
serene obscenity...

Walk it,
daily life...

Societal Aches
Cold stories wave through the media...

God,
when I was conceived...

Its time to pardon,
to end it all...

Someone Hold me,
Please pick me up...

My empty hands are folded,
they covet something lost...

Behind Her,
Hidden on the inside...

How much is that life,
the one I'm looking to see...

Shes that Girl,
Yes Shes that One...