She sits in her room
A tear in her eye...
I now know what a ghost feels like.
Empty, dead, and lost...
You'll find me here in restraints,
just as I ought to be...
Compared to you,
I am running so slowly...
My love for you was given free
but now my heart must pay a price...
This grey mound no longer matters
entombed in gristle floating majestically...
False destiny
visits my sleep...
Today I pruned the roses
I touched the green leaves...
Long time ago, on a day like to day
Sad news at my door step...
Despite her greatness,
Heaven's got tiny hands...
I dedicate this poem here, this poem goes out to...
A crow cried today at dawn's break, cursed with...
Do I need to breathe?
Could it be that your death has awoken me...