fallen soft white form
coated in a crimson smile...
Before your ever blackness comes, let know:
By candle lit, your light lives in new breath...
I wrote a
suicide note...
Mary stayed at home
John worked in the mill...
It'll just be small cut
And then it'll all be alright...
Even though the sound of my cries
Can only be heard in my mind...
Running my fingers across the stone the carved...
Loved By All But Died Alone...
She stands with many others
On the canyon of empty loneliness...
All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...
I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...
Confession, me? Could I repent my time
And weary be, my pupils then to see...
I imagined your
murder and it was...