Every morning,
just before dawn...
She sat in front of the mirror
and started to braid her hair...
i smelled like clean crisp pine trees
and she was my forest fire...
Colored crayons
scribbled messages...
1
droplets...
A lighted candle shadowed the steps
As desire took the night away...
Within depths of madness
corrosion seeps wildly...
Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...
Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...
Fear is your worst nightmare coming to life.
It's the thing that's gnawing at your imagination...
Darkness rises,
as my will begins to fade...
All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...