Behind a pretty cover is where my healing soul waits.

Hiding from the world that destroyed me once before.

From the gaps in the pages i see others alike me being broken down

What I would give for the chance to pull them in out of the rubble,

But I can't

I'm healing

I protect my pretty cover,

Because it's all I have left.

crocodile tears
hunt end
depends what

Darkness, do not part
Gloom the ocean of my mind
Stars, do not shine bright
Bitter water, veil his life
Suffocate my memory

when Mankind is your muse
its always going to be autobiographical

the stars
are a way
the universe
is telling us
that beauty
can be found
in dark places
too

Pigeon gently coos
Crows caw caws , aeroplane roars
Summer shares its voice