Blown away on a hurricane
The harshness of ill-drawn breath...

A sweet embrace in winter's fear
Sweet kisses embedded deep...

I was born an angel to die
So that you'd get your wings and fly...

Words are bleeding
Through the lines on this page...

Break Us Free
We wear our masks...

Cradled in the boughs of this broken tree
Dead to my aspirations...

I would like to see how my words change as I...

It seems so pathetic of me, a palsied husk
To sit so feebly here to ponder upon such great...

Your tongue is a viper's friend
Caught in the noose of sharp teeth...

Is it irreparable
The damage I have done...

A long echo in the silent night
A caw from a jet black crow...

It's far too quiet. It's misleading, deceptive...
My sword is by my side, cast wildly into the grass...