These veins are neon
painkillers, laced...
I know these feelings are absurd,
but without their existence...
My face is cold and
I reach up to find it wet...
Your radiant smile suddenly left,
only, your voice is still echoing in my mind...
Secret poetry contains her pain
of the poisoned life she knows...
Each tender smile
collapses into blue rivers...
My doubts may be rising
as you approach closer...
I'm driving mad , driving mad , driving mad...
I'm driving mad , driving mad , driving mad...
Maybe war is what made you this
heartless...
Sobering words escape my pen
silence, a writers addiction...
The ocean
reminds me of my father...
Look inside and see emptiness
No trace of perceived love...