I paint on this canvas,
A story in red...
The good soldier scanned the hillside with gun...
ready to end the disappointing...
The eye of Ra reveals the path soon to be taken...
As if vainly, I repeat the query 'who will...
My dark world
where i see not with my eyes...
Autograph the gravestone that replaces my heart,
for you have killed my insides. Chisel your last...
He lost his
Shelia, upon a crisp...
If the nights were as dark
as the thoughts that linger...
Windows stalk my withered soul,
forcing me to look at a future...
There's a mess in my head
That I'm slowly fighting to change...
I have written many times about our love,
but do the shadows know about that moment...
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past...
As dust so easily can be wiped away,
a flower can be plucked from the ground...