With shaking hands she reached Deep inside her dying Soul —a wooden thing— Within that whole And there she found

There is a beauty in the confusion… A white blank mess drawn into you With eyes like the sky liquefied In a pool of blue Small whispers of a certain call

There are secrets that I’ve kept… deep inside. Comments withheld for the sake of sharing. Overwhelming feelings of inconsist…

The shadows on my wall remind me o… The sleepless days without any end And those images of you soft In wait, for ship to meet your doc… How your hair falls from one shoul…

I don’t know how to make you stay But you don’t know how to communic… And I don’t know when the day will come for you to end this stat… of anger and misery