Feeling abandoned, where the sun never shines
allows you to cast away demons...

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

Wicked
stars and dark black...

Fire born of rapture lost,
visionary within an indigo...

If you must go,
remember to sparkle...

Moon shadows dance
upon blades of evergreen...

Embers smolder
Within eyes tasting...

To be a fly upon a petal of pages-
As dusk turns into nightfall shadows...

Between tides of the rising sun
mixing with a monogamous moon...

It was a soft summer,
when angels collected...

Majestic heart of a giants rage
black icy stares, drenched in volcanic tears...

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