Obscuring inner calm, a gentling blindness
And the unbidden...

Cold is not heartless
Winter is still green...

Boring
lacklustre...

Where shall my passion go
After your bitterness fades away...

Caress the digital skin
A touch that burns like ice...

Beauty recedes
Ever does it seem...

Beneath the numbers, god of war
Battles either lost or won...

We talk it out through the night
Our minds roam free but the passion doesn't change...

I woke up this morning... :) :I :(
That's my poem...

Death becomes me
Haunting a crowded street...

My Muse, my madness
My lifestream in a sea of decay...

Take my hand, my love
In time you'll come to understand...