Our fears restrain each of us,
all the while, being driven by them...

So often in life, we face crossroads;
never knowing which path to take...

As I lay beneath the sheet of clouds,
gentle drops of acid water fall upon my skin...

With each word, I fall deeper
into this emptiness called life...

Into the shades of black,
she walked alone...

Donnie Smyth,
If you were sitting next to me, sharing this view...

Your face appeared,
With your blue-eyed gaze...

Broken silence, by the chords of a guitar,
Seemingly distant, but not too far...

Absence is strongly present,
harboring this beaten vessel...

Such confusion arises
within my black mind...

Another long chapter finalized,
With an unsatisfying end...

Descriptive words could not say enough,
Informing you without any expectations...