If inspiration never returns,
I'll have to travel the world...

Storms were gathering
Black clouds enveloping her eyes...

Weeping angel
Do not cry...

I'm scared
Afraid to write...

Bitter brush strokes
Angry mind...

I see these little people live their little lives
Ignorant of the world...

Burn it down to the ground,
All is lost...

Do butterflies dream
As they flutter away...

Can I have a kiss,
Before I cut your throat...

Honey dripping days with dew,
Sugar springs sweet and true...

Blank pages mocking me,
Crisp, clean & white...

Evening shade
Stars, keepers of memory...