What will be of me,
when the day arrives,
and luggage packed
bids me farewell?
And off I go
into this brave new world,
and I’ll wander off.
Am I forever lost?
Or will I find what’s worth
my tears to shed?
And I can’t let go
of the bathroom floor
within comfort zone.
In approaching dawn,
will I cease my breaths?

Her grey skin blended, seamlessly,
against the sharp river rocks.
The careless eye would have missed,
if it weren’t for the red blood
that painted her angel wings.
Scene of rampant tears,
for the unsettling beauty it exuded.
Blue eyes piercing the soul
of the purple sky and high above.
“My love, my love!” Violently, he breathed,
for he had lost her long before,
before she stepped off concrete road,
the bridge the lovers called “Lenore”.

“Oh, my useless tries!”
I cry out into the night,
And the sobs fill the streets.
For I am unable to create
Anything that reaches
Your bones,
Nothing that touches
Your soul.

They sang their song,
And the lonely wolf cried.

They sang their song,
And the cries rippled
Throughout the stars.

They sang their song,
And the pleas reached my ears.

I broke into a million pieces
Of shiny moon dust.

And as I flew to lay beside
My lonely wolf,
To Rest In Peace,
Beside my quiet love,
Their melody echoed on.

Throughout the night,
They sang their song

“Are those the best ones you have?”
He says with disgust in his eyes,
“That’s not what’s important”, I tell him back,
For these are the stories I tell with my heart.