I hold you by the thread, a slender hair,
A secret smile plays along your face now...

Words flourish in the venom of deceit,
Lies roll off swift tongues like water trickles...

Where tears stream and purge dry cheeks,
and hate runs ramped in dark streaks...

When death is like a wooden arrow,
a swift and sleek barrel and blow...

A young girl sits at the end of a table,
eating alone, not a common fable...

Compassion engaged,
in feats of denial and rage...

Broken and edged in pain,
a girl lays crying in vain...

Stuck in this nightmare again
crying like a dying wren...

Upon first sight doth Cupids arrow strike,
One fair Juliet and her Romeo...

Surrounded by black darker than worldly possible,
I am caught in deep sleep’s comforting...

In a world where nothing is heard above a whisper,
and men sleep and dream idly beside ones sister...

It started with a small chill in the air,
that cold bleak February day...