The certainty of death
is the only certainty...

Euphoric layers of
images nonsensical...

Carnal wreckage
on the bed...

Wrap you in silk
dress you in twill...

Cry almost
hurt almost...

In the rose
I'll find your ghost...

I must be tired why am I so down
where is the little girl...

Silent longing unerupt
muffled screams...

Looking for the moon
against a sky destitute...

The time of year i greatly fear
grand feasting and plastic cheer...

My little ash
it's been a while...

Light is
but a spark...