So cold the eyes
Of her...

Laughter's shadow tried to smile
as Sadness sat to cry...

Sometimes I lay awake at night
with not a single sheep in sight...

Where the suns gleam doth but graze
the subtle crest of the broken waves...

When you place those words upon a sheet
of paper and you hear the beat...

I did something that I promised you I would never...
I lied to you, and I'm sorry...

(On the writing of a poetry assignment entitled...
These black tinged tears pitter...

Where the thing resides
is a dark and scary place...

In a hazy forest of silver tinted fog
I came upon two figures stirring before me...

He said to me, so subtly
no more a whisper than a shout...

Why twilight bares no scars of the
bleeding sky, I'd like to know...

Sickly sought a new facade, so
asked, of this to Inhibition...