Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...

See it's the glow you ruin inside
of me that leaves me so speechless...

Write gently, miserably
some hollow poems of...

My dreams softly dilute into nightmares as
breathing turns to a useless habit without you...

Today is merely the last one left
for me to make a last wish as I write...

I ask of you to wipe my tears
with a last lecture you give me...

I'm half a legend, when I read me, through your...
and half a breeze when I'm called with your voice...

Today I woke up in a state of
irrational dismay that perhaps...

I'm on the verge of falling again
into the bottom of failing arms...

Withering into the quiet,
I no longer keep track of the nights...

When a long novel
is signed in misfortune...

Thick air blows into my brown hair
just not as deep as the mass...