All the roses in my garden
are slowly wilting before me...
I sit here thinking again,
Always thinking too much...
My mind, the dungeon,
Damp and decaying...
Your face once painted with happy colors,
I thought you were content and free...
Tomorrow my counselling,
Then help for my drinking in despair...
I start to shake, I start to quiver
My life, My life? I beg to differ...
Silence overtakes a space once filled with...
Regret and fear now replace carefree laughter...
Everything makes more sense
when it rains...
Fractal
When will she fly to get to say goodbye...
Darkroom
Who exactly am I...
Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...
There I stand in front of the mirror
contemplating the reflection I see...