When life has you conflicted
I feel so restricted...

Senses failing in bitter timing
And gold-plated life stopped rhyming...

1, 2, 3, 4
Counting scars, bleeding and sore...

Starlit dew drops heavy on woven spider nets
And glances at a heavy fire horizon moon...

Cut you out of our love photo,
Put it in my Pandora Box...

Malice rises in the air with the tribal smoke from...
There you are, figure wavering in the hot smoke...

-(Word about this poem: True poem about a close...

I opened my heart,
Let his soul in...