Do you really know
the person behind the suit...

Poetry is the food of the soul,
A message from the subconscious...

If the wind could talk what would it say?
Would it drive me crazy or would it keep me sane...

Dark, distant, secrets
Haunting stares behind closed lids...

Rose
Petals...

"The chain yearns for its key" the odd...
he stitched me together with needle and thread...

Shadow man:
Hey you...

With dust of the earth we were created,
And with dust of the earth we shall return...

Ripped petals screaming in pain
Overwhelmed by life's horrendous flames...

Seasons
warmth, rebirth...

(P1)
Time stands still...

I.
Terror, fear, attacks...