Within a dark cave,
buried deep in my soul...

Secrets fall like rain showers
dangling under weeping willows...

To have a lump
lodged deep within my throat...

Pieces of me
fall to the floor...

Needles prick softly along my spine
just before Autumn, pine cones whisper...

I hear sirens richotching cross chipped billboards
drowning in a sea of people with colored hats...

Upon a road of uncrossed tears
fighting infections of endless words...

Things can't be explained in the dark
when these old eyes sting from crying...

Cancer becomes a cruel stalker of the night-
abducting our children and loved ones...

Falling orbs of night are calling me home
beneath the flare of demonic visions...

Butter cups hold secrets
while whispering dandy's...

Beautifully she flew by night
inside a covered cloud she slept...