I am still drawing back the bow
of the arrow...
The ceiling hangs low and the world starts to...
If I hold my breath now I won't feel a thing...
Just in the moment you smile
life...
I am a migrant bird
of your beauty...
Everything is hollow without you
being with me...
Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...
The devil, once beautiful, desired more,
His craving for power, a treacherous lure...
Will words of comfort comfort you
When I am summoned home...
Wandering through life
with no purpose or direction...
When ravens met upon the roof
And started singing to the night...
Closure is not an option
Between you and I...
We came into being as two cataclysms of
four imperfect beings...