I used to be masked with innocence
but I stumbled at the mercy...
We as writers wedge an ink pen
deep within our hearts...
Sighs upon whispers
consume a wicked night...
I got an old book
and spent some time...
Another night of
achy eyes and...
Dark
Gems of...
Pieces of "her" linger
nested in the beams of this house...
Your ignorance
and pretentious thoughts...
Hiding behind an alias, a mysterious
avatar. Living in a world, that is ruled...
I remember how I felt,
When they called me that word...
Angel's Cry
From their eye...
Wonderful it is to me, to see a book thats writ,
with sense of upheld elegance, and otherworldly...