I am drifting in a sea of intangible words,
lingering, lingering in poetic waves...
She's writing a final note to anyone who ever...
" I'm writing this final note to...
Upon that hillside, far away
holds a secret covered with moss...
Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn...
Kiss the lies on the
Empress' lips - she's chasing...
My soul aches deeply
masked by your lies...
How is it, when I see your face
Under the spotlights telltale glare...
I am the forbidden soul,
hidden by the shadows...
Today:
They are enjoying whilst living high on the hog...
I'm having a
problem...
Something is hurting inside me...
Ripping my soul in two...
I once had a crow, he was shot in a storm.
A bullet to the beak from an eye of scorn...