It was half passed something-
the night I fell deeply for his naked silhouette...

Upon the hills of rocks and stone
beyond moor of meadow dawn...

She was placed in an environment
where lost angels have gathered...

Darkness brews an
evil that lurks within...

Shove
me in...

Canary feathers
scattered in rage of sorrow...

Upon a hazy sky, during a night springs chill
yearning to feed the hungry...

The dancing flame,
tween male and female...

Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...

A hint of sunlight teases my hollow eyes;
for a few minutes, I am ok, content...

I had nothing upon the day
of birth, rising from a hinted...

In the darkest dreams of night
beholds a symbolism in truth...