shadows-silently gather in black,
an orchestra of cries; echoes weeping...
Come Judgment Day I know you went the other way...
I'm left with this emptiness inside avoid only...
My mind wonders to far away places
but I'm still in this room...
A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...
At times I would overdose, with the
bane of my life I would...
I always looked
up to you...
Underneath,
The wrinkles of my skin...
I would like to talk to someone,
not on any topic...
All it took was a little spark
To light this fire in my veins...
The inkless pen that lays before me now,
Has left it's Mark upon my crumbled page...
That heavy feeling...
As if your chest becomes a vacuum...