There are times
that even though...
Today is monochromatic
and shrouded in mist I am...
The ride back
home was silent...
For a third of my life
I've worshiped Death...
Summers drenched
upon sweaty fingers...
Look into my red eyes and see
The pain that bites and claws into me...
Sometimes, my mind plays the violin,
And my fingertips bleed...
I thought it was complacency
Stole my passion for the dramatic...
This loneliness runs rampant
in and out of my soul, sending...
I'm reading your mind
Although I won't turn the page...
Guilty on all counts - George Floyd.
United we will stand one day...
18 years have passed
without you by my side...