I can't walk through fire
but I'd give you a thousand...

Within a violet lullaby
she sang to me so sweetly...

Another leaf fell upon a Spring dawn,
Nesting silently, she rests and smiles...

If I write of the sadness
that imprisons a thirsty...

Simple rain drops
scribble on my...

Ruffled feathers
and a crows watchful eye...

I'm hearing those whispers again
that tap on my musical window...

Cold and dreary feels like yesterday,
falling snowflakes, a lonely New York, a few...

I've got nothing left,
drained in such a way...

Early
sounds of morning...

Caught inside the secret hopes
of a head banger fantasy, I was...

She spews insanity,
fragmented words...