There are times I long to help her.
She looks toward me with such darkness in her...
In Memoriam
Would you like to tell me where you are now...
The cogs stopped twisting,
The hand stopped ticking...
Here I am again
breaking promises...
With such care and delicacy
she carries flowers in her hand...
Depression is an ocean of your own thoughts.
You sink in silence while the world breathes...
I turned around,
unaware at the time...
Autumn leafs danced between
clashes of winds, while my soul...
As I lay in the dark waters,
Hearing so many sad voices crying out my name...
Deep in the belly of a
violent storm, rages...
I suppose I've been dreaming again
of a possibility of another life...
A whirlwind
of selfish thoughts...