Age cannot be bartered:
time's earned and it is lost...
Drain your words of their nectar
And fill up my cup once more...
Reveries are too sad to hide beneath your skies,
melancholies are too fragile to hear your cries...
There are demons clinging to my soul,
scratching and tearing at it...
I am plagued with routine regret
at a bedside where I exhale in the arms...
I might not see you,
nor ever feel you...
It flows on the edge of the world,
a pristine white stream of water...
I never spoke of my failure
the way I should have...
A phone call woke me up
this morning...
I ask you to bare witness to the things I have...
To the atrocities and foulness committed...
Language for me is
only a dream, a distant...
Black Curse
I thought I saw complexity of feelings...