This narrative poem is inspired by Anne Rice's...

Standing at the crossroads; peering at four...
Do these separate paths end where blue sky kisses...

To the world he was mister invisible, but she saw...
Staring with flushed cheeks and a butterfly ballet...

He left cherry blossom petals on my pillow.
And whispered soft songs in my ear to welcome...

Can you relate to this?
If you were to hold my heart to your ear, would...

Tonight I'm the disease keeping you weak.
And I won't stop until I devour everything within...

Your voice intoxicates me like sweet liquor...
And my soul just can't filter your beautiful...

Is It Time?
Is there no release...

I'm sinking in the sands of weariness
It said this was the only path to solace...

Little boy with the plastic gun,
Have you come to shed some light...

It was late the night we met
The moon casting its celestial glow...

This is the end.
I fought long and hard to get here...