In the moonlight,  there’s only moonlight, reflecting the violence of the sun. You look to your yard, and see the blood, although it appears quite

It’s been a year now. What should I do? Life is so absent. All work no, light of day.  I keep a journal, of said

It was a million, miles away from here.  A soft sound, but enough to make its reach. Spark to the fire, but enough to engulf

Please tell me,  there is something,  that is better than this. Please tell me that we are more than just a goodbye kiss. And with

They see you cross, into the movies, while I stumble. You defeat waves, of lucid, lullabies I see you wave, in famedom, as I wonder

The pleas of their screams  were coarse and heavy, but then I knew not, of what to do. Think of the things,  that are cold