My world crashed
a while back...

I hear sirens richotching cross chipped billboards
drowning in a sea of people with colored hats...

This face of mine -
It's just a piece of paper...

Bones are filled with crackling emotion
suffocating lungs, as if the air isn't enough...

Certain feelings
such as organic...

A multitude of fragmented words
filter in a cesspool of ink...

I woke up one morning at three am.
Gazed In somber silence while you slept...

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

Black skies are
my solitude...

Eyes of a sea blue angel
she calls to me in silence...

Sighs upon whispers
consume a wicked night...

The words spoken
are like a quivering...