Pages upon pages of spattered ink
my heart hears nothing, yet feels...

Forever born a flamboyant child
under a May morning with crystal eyes...

I'm becoming a conqueror of
humans who spew toxin within...

A withering soul
lost between titles...

Born with soft, strong wings
flew into the depths of hell...

I never spoke of my failure
the way I should have...

It wasn't the ambiance of our room
nor fragrance of lavender...

Words are mere
syllables of the...

Digging deeper-
They always dig deep...

Crouching in corners
with salt upon wounds...

I shall grow very old,
within a mind shelter...

My dearest Moon,
I was decieved by your beauty...