In her photograph,
she tastes the smoke in between her fingers...

Through the night
I know what will be unleashed...

The world tells us something
different each day...

It never ended-
blood echoing screams...

They came one day unannounced
and without a face or name...

That moment.....
when your birthday...

Yellow is the colour of her soul-
and when the sun meets her halfway...

I see it all stripped bare,
the altar where You sacrificed...

She has always blossomed like the rose of Juliet,
Waiting for the night echoes to love her once more...

Your lies are tracks of the past
and though you ran a million different...

He rolled toward me like
the ends of a firework...

However many years
will scourge or wash you...