Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt...

I left England back in the old age,
belonging to the same iris's, soul...

Colors of golden green shades
cradle aching bones, as I daydream...

People whisper; as I continue on,
oblivious to people's real thoughts...

I know my place,
The standings stack up...

At one am. I saw your eyes,
you speak in silence...

Tonight I'm left dangling by a thread.
These past few weeks have taken its toll...

I followed the waves
as they crashed one...

It's a comfort in a conservative world
to have a court jester singing songs...

It wasnt the
summery days...

I've got nothing left,
drained in such a way...

There was silence in a darkened, still
the calmer I became the more anxiety screamed...