The old oak has
dark histories...

Old Trees:
Avenues of trees...

As the first rays of the sun pierce through the...
daylight accends upon the land laid in shrouds...

You acted on a whim,
to turn your back...

Like a dream within a dream
weaved from the dark night...

Once In My Life:
Once in my life I felt complete...

In this life I have:
One body...

One Way Ticket:
A green canvas in all...

Open up:
So stuck for words to say...

Compelled and driven by
your bleeding obsessiveness...

Our Bankruptcy:
Future of a squandered past...

The days stretch so long,
sky hot and burning...