Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind...

You are my sunshine
when darkness swallows...

I dont answer the phone anymore-
her medical shadow has nothing good to say...

Upon a crystallized morn
you were born unto me...

I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...

Mourning
hushes altered...

Collaboration written by Maple Tree and Robyn...
Special Note: PnQ site permission to post...

My mind is controlled by
societies whispers - I hear...

I label my tears
by the number...

She was placed in an environment
where lost angels have gathered...

I used to admire
women draped in black...

The bells keep chiming
within a brain that only focuses...