Frigid air, frostbites the tip of my
whispers to you...

The winds of change consume me
as a wilted flower struggles to grow...

My soul became wanted the day I was born.
It's been a long journey to understand the meaning...

There is a room within my soul
for one final tear drop...

I'm following the orb of night
lanterns are lit, stars within sight...

Lover, you are the essence of masculine
a wave of scandalous grins, that over come...

Savoring dusk within a night
of tasteless moonshine, dry eyes...

She
takes notations...

Dear Jim-
I try to write often...

Scratches, nails to wood
upon the backs of dead...

Drowning upon a devils ear
masquerade in unison of three...

I live in patterns of
misguided energy...