Awful lies dry mascara that bled;
Three powerful words...

They gaze at you from all directions,
Soaring as one above the dead grey...

The violin grazes my enticed turmoil
In the haze, I see a pretty face full of chaos and...

I was murdered in the womb of emotions,
Nailed to the wall of depression...

Dead wood falls to the ashes and dirt
Singing the monotone of visible clouds...

Mars succumbs to the diversion of Earth
Consequently, bringing forth a parturient nurturer...

Without fire, I feel cold and damp -
Something I haven't felt in a lifetime...

Autumn's colors fading into a winter song
Losing color, losing life - dead, yet full of hope...

Driven by perversed slaughter,
I have not been restored...

She portrays tranquil perfection -
An honor few blindly grasp...

It's all over -
Night's light dimming to an orange symphony of...

Watching lives flourish outside a silent, foolish...
Haunted by the beauty, stricken with the gain of...