lord
our wings
break through
these
humble clouds
with
a voice
we shall
sing out loud
when
we choose
our
own temples
somehow

Another night fell,
but it doesn't matter.
I never knew the sun anyway...

He let, his soul, loose
purposefully
to get lost in the
dark alleys
of forbidden land
wandering
with nowhere to go
searching
for his missing pieces
leaving behind
nothing
but a faint trace
of his scent mixed with hope
in the acrid air
hope...
that someday
someone will actually
make an effort
to find his lost soul
and make him
complete.

how does it feel
when someone loves every
little
piece
of you?
even the broken parts.

a sad pair of human beings
connected under the same sky
but never to each other