It's not easy looking into a mirror,
as the wrinkles expose many years...

Depths of my soul cry under the sky
moonlit night songs bid thee goodbye...

Hallow is thy soul that bleeds
in the cries of a desperate...

Her tongue flamed red
with...

He crossed over into the depths of darkness,
kissing the moon softly before murder took...

Two feathers,
falling softly upon a midnight...

There are webs of cobbed linings
within cages of my framed soul...

Gathering twigs along a brush
of mossy tears as wind gazers...

I
the fly...

Specs of ash fall like brazen tears,
pretending to share emotion...

Imprinted markings
soil, meshed and motionless roots...

Steam rises as my pores
soak in every drop of natures...