Standing alone in a field of mist and fog I find my only companions the lacerated remains of my body and soul

for the hallowed cries of crows torment me in despair with sadness so deep that the ocean itself could be consumed by it

As the morning fog fades so does my purity for all that's left is the cries of the seagulls by the sea and their reflection my memory

I find love to be nothing but broken fragments of memories that portray all happiness in one moment
...or that of a painting in a lonesome hallway forgotten in darkness that holds the truth to blind eyes

Alone in darkness we find ourselves
Alone in time and space
And among these billion stars... we find the human race
From distance its beauty is found in green, blue, and even white
But a closer look we find a world full of overwhelming plight
How petty is the human race?
What little do we chase
What wonders do we over look?
With little to no grace
We fight out petty fights
And hope fault is shown
And when we lose an argument
We throw the largest stone
Instead of standing up for truth
To teach our troubled youth
A web of lies is what is sown
To win an imaginary throne

With clubs we build the foundation
With diamonds we buy the tools
With clovers we decorate our garden
The heart is where it all starts

But the wind just blows it away
The aged hands shakes it all to nothing
The colors red and black separates us all

Give me a reason to rebuild
Give me a reason to pick up the pieces
Give me a reason to keep going

Be the Queen to my castle...
Let me be your King...

For at the end...its the joker that gets the last laugh...
And the rules mean nothing...

With fingers bare and wrinkles shown
Much less is little known
With hands under cloak and shroud
A death a day is what is vowed
A figure in the darkest night
Weakens the soul from out of sight...

A mouth opened, and a whispered name
The lungs of one are fully drained...
The hands of the named now ice cold
The cause and reason are withhold

A widow stands at the grave site now
With eyes red and a wrinkled brow
Who knows what time will tell
But her name too will be whispered well

Why fear the darkness for the night brings dreams and a yearning of a kingdom for which man can fly and a lovers kiss warms the soul itself.

What gives us wisdom but what the blind see
What gives us knowledge for the mute hold the answer
What gives us truth for the deaf hear it so well...

The night is a wondrous thing for its only companion is fear....and fear its greatest weapon.

From the darkest corners of my soul
To the broken boarders of my heart
I find myself lost in darkness
From what was once an experience with familiarity so clear
That a blind man could paint on canvas...
is now but figments of broken memories
With sadness so deep that no sonnet could convey the depths of my despair
I find myself in the company of an angel's kiss, a demon’s touch.