Day And Night
the day will age to night
and my story will be all i write
about the times we have had
we will dance upon lakes... more »
The fire dances,
reflecting in my eyes
crackling like the wind
The bones of trees ignite!... more »
The sight in one's eyes.
The fire can never die.
The beauty that it is not only love,
But indeed drive.... more »
All the hate you dream in your heart
has it faded yet?
All the paint that an artist tears apart
the canvas will forget...... more »
Never, have I felt so victimized
In your hands, you have me.
You are the point at which the wounds
Stop bleeding... more »
The Hateful Darkness
The wind calls thoroughly through the trees,
But yet no one hears
the sound of it calling
fragile as snapping bones... more »