Haunted air
swirls round...

Under every dark, hidden corner -
there is a soul buried within mossy tears...

Body slams against a wall
soaked with tears of a woman...

Hysterical laughter can be heard
within an old Oak tree...

Snowflakes fall like feathers
during chaotic winds, landing...

I live in patterns of
misguided energy...

As a young one
sparkly gems...

Thousands of emeralds
cradle my skeletal frame...

When you hear, dead of night
the banging of a metal bar...

Your silence
is killing tiny...

My head intertwines
with billowy clouds...

11:21 pm and sorrow hits me
again, again and again...