A solid heart, so quickly broken
Becomes the token that you bear...

A poem for my friends :
Sing a song of tired eyes...

Love...the kind that goes away but still causes so...
Everything we've been through, is only ours to...

Prisoner of time, the bonds that hold my weary...
I'm afraid to dwell upon it, lest again my tears...

Every haunting crystal flake
Clears a strangled, tangled mind...

Shaded with a sinful hue
Religion haunts the shadows...

Falling
Ever falling...

It's been a little while since I wrote what's...
Good times, bad decisions, happy things, sad...

Empty cold and black
Morphs to sunshine on your back...

After such battles
And straining so hard...

Deadened feelings
Numb to care...

A far cry from fairness
With a heavy load of sadness...