In the cathedral my eyes dart back and
forth; tracing pitchers of holy water...

Re-arrange the letters floating on the page,
and bring some sense to the static I hear...

Distant, sharp-tongued and forever drifting away...
former glory, drenched in shadows and daggers. And...

I wasn't there when black crows took
June and made it a living nightmare fit...

Dear Edwin, the puppet controlled by fear
and a fraying strand of fate. His lonely heart...

Sitting in solitude, where I hid from
the insanity encroaching upon my...

Ethereal fairies dance around me
as if I weren't a humble wildflower...

"How can you tell me that
you don't feel anything?&quot...

Dear Scarlet, she who sought
refuge in murky dreams, daunted...

He never had perfect prose,
nowhere near the sort...

I should not have to watch my step
in these deep, churning memories...

She was the kind of girl, that'd go
home to momma, smiling and laughing...