Death nears
another soul...
The blade rests upon my skin
Forward and back it slides again...
Floating amongst ghostly billowing smoke,
an apparition, lost to eternity...
Winter's chill invades the senses
carefree and happy days gone by...
"Maybe I should let go
of everything I used to own."...
Et Tu Brute?
My friend I thought you were...
Ive done the best i possible can,
To try and make you understand...
Enchanting branches reaching tethered arms,
Coaxing personnas with flamboyant charms...
Last Spring
Pink satin ribbons...
Silently sitting, staring into the void
shards of yesterday flash the mind...
At night I lay in the street
Wondering if death I will meet...
I saw a boy alone in the park
looking up in the sky...