A piece of mine from back in 2008 that was lost...
So deep inside the darkness writhes...
I look in the mirror thinking "what do they...
Not knowing what to think about the image staring...
Intersection
-Descending...
Perennial remains, left
scattered across a whispering...
If you don't open your eyes
and use your five senses...
It was when the lightbulb in the room,
Turned on...
A world enflamed at its highest peak,
Caressed by sky so grey and bleak...
I know he is no longer around
and I place that blame on me...
Not quite true
not quite lies...
Alas so few,
Man is alone...
Breath,
Oh prey...
The mask I wear is pretty,
But only I can see...