He was a walking wasteland,
Laying the hand of death...

The pebbles lie,
In different positions...

Many a-times I've been asked,
Offering of a hand...

Upon my ears your breath lingered,
Adorned with words I've longed to hear...

He was my congenial aubade,
in the this ever dismal nighttide...

Submerge me in the ocean--
leave out the part where...

Get down upon your knees,
face-down in the dirt...

My love, my love
Upon the silver platter...

Descriptions of the void
Of the emptiness that...

That night when the sun started to set,
The colors ignited a beauty in the darkness...

Saccharine, as if honey dripped from her lips,
While her babe lay weary from the day...

Has not the sky been violated enough by these
dreary nebulosities that seems to taint mine own...