if i glance up at the stuck moon and the leaned branch of lingering autumn that i hope never leaves and if i feel the warmth of the sun who sails along cold bittered air it carries me to you through waters that drown in forever blue and stars that radiate fierce feelings of you your touch, heavens pure kiss a line of joy that fills all time with bliss when moments fall slim » Continue Reading
and often, when i think back, the tender things i treasured become yet evil in eye, from the feathers that would fly, turns to a dagger- who drove a man to die. And heavens pure place, comes curdling beneath thy face. the beautiful melody that plays, where a dying man lays. » Continue Reading
forced to fling my soul upon, palms of growing gloom, and wounds drove by my minds lethal dagger. tender skin stabbed, the wound it seemed both sore and sad, to my own eye. and while they swore my palms were mad, they swore the heart would die, left to bleed through moonlights harsh hold, that breathing would tighten, and divided morality would soon mold. but soon a mystery came to light, that sho... » Continue Reading