These words are made of dynamite-
they leave static, blank faces...

Grievous thirst, perish!
Succumb to my somber needing...

Northern heartbeats succumb to the umbra,
as if we were born to die here, allured...

Silky threads of night
entwined with river's stillness...

I'd just whisper those obscure butterflies,
let them cry fractured stellar light inside of you...

Blossoming tears spill over forsaken ground-
maelstrom of cremated clouds burn...

Breathe with me, inhale toxic bittersweet medleys
of the gorgeous angelic hues; timid sighs haunt...

An amount of uncanny elusiveness,
just a particle that once contained nudity...

I couldn't fight the feeling that the sky is...
aqueous emotions were dusty, neglected...

I paint this sorrow to match your eyes
filled with emerald dew of the words unspoken...

Scarlet were the words spilled tonight,
sublime despite my luscious perfume...

Evanescent obscurity and shadowed passion inside
amongst timid sighs hand in hand with Devils bride...