Crouching like a lioness
listening to a weasle squeal...

What do you see, beyond the cracks of a broken...
All I see is the memories...

Laundry scattered
crossed my toes...

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

Colored crayons
scribbled messages...

Digging my nails so deep in desperation
that this gutted twang inside my heart is...

Dear Monsters of the night~
Do you honestly think...

Harmonizing winds
transform within pastel clouds...

Her eyes have become dull,
the whispers buried...

Unwanted visions collect thoughts -
I file them away...

Within depths of madness
corrosion seeps wildly...

Dark eyes see more rainbows
than crystal blues can touch...