Though time may pass,
many secrets still remain...
In the air of an evening mist,
a weeping widow whispers...
My mind has no heart
my heart has no brain...
Bubbles break on dancing skin,
promised kisses and innocent sins...
What is this feeling
Why does it feel so wrong...
Three-hundred pens
on scratchy notebooks...
Say troubled child, how come ye're givin' up
why would ye want to spill a life filled cup...
I truely wonder why
death isnt seen as a good guy...
Darkness
It unfolds in us...
You Smile When Your Happy
You Cry When You Sad...
I feel really down
my head is spinning around...
Like an unfurled rose silently collapsing,
surrendering to the wind...