Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance

Here she’s sitting All alone On the cold bench In the evening breeze Her black chipped fingers

Driven pain A heart that beats quickened in it’s pace Falling... Holding on

I hear a faint whisper A teardrop stain my cheek Calling out my name Where no one can hear Shimmering gossamer wings

Fluctuating eyelashes Clicking I’ve got to get your eyes off me Pink as lovers A lovely curiosity

Lips around my finger Sirens playing my silence I am descriptive Deranging... Feeling this is insecure

Walking on water Searching for sunshine Your voice echoing In my head Far from a distance...

In the time you’ve come to know The toll of time Ticks at the bell And reveals itself to you From the pain of darkness

In many tales it came cloaked and shrouded in black Awaiting the moment With no haste To take thy soul back

I watch you With eyes that see deeper Deeper than what mere light shows I want to tell you so much But the words linger

You appeared before me Like a guardian Watching me from a distance Keeping me in sight You were dressed in your finest th…