Don't kiss me with lies any
more, I know the bladed...
I often told my kids,
There's no need to fear the dark...
The air we breathe feeds poison into my lungs,
tainting my blood and cursing my heart...
Is it wrong to want some peace?
Eternal nagging...
He lurks around the corner
with his creaking, aching frame...
Corridor's of light
flickered...
Ha! Boy, you see!
it's a reflection. It's a contemplation...
Eyes closed,
standing still...
Nights
vacant...
It was you,
my blues...
Oh dear, if you could read my mind,
my thoughts would be galaxies lost in the...
Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...