A winter dusk is falling over the blank sky like blury rain drops smearing a car window
The final execution of Fall before the suns decresendo calls to the spirit of the moon
The snow will come like an ocean iced with fire and will spread drowning everything in its beauty.

A angry fire rages on in the corners of my black pupils yeilding it into reflections that shimmer light upon old coffee colored paper like a light house.
My old hands, cracked, and withered like an old crispy flower lay upon my tan paper, vibrations consume my hands.
There in my head is a river called creativity and it is where I get my power.
In the dead of dawn there glows a  golden ray of sun filling my sweat beads lodged between the wrinkles on my face.
My pen is alive as I am too.
I do not write.
My pen does
And the universe tells it what to do.

You're born
Told who to be
Told What to do
Told what to see
Told how to be you
Told how to feel

Then one day you see what is real
You see the hate
You see the pain
You wonder why this is our fate
You try to remain Sane

One day your up
One day your down
There's tears and a frown
Other days you're a clown
You get angry
Which is scary
Then you break down and cry
Until one day you die

Taught how to live
Taught how to love
Taught how to hate
Told its our fate
Then its too late
Taught its not ok to cry
Noone teaches you how to die
We're told its all about love
I guess its all comes from above

Today I woke up with the smell of snow cast upon my senses.
A cold grey shadow stretched like a quilt across the inside of my house.

Snow falling like wet feathers.
The intake of silence echos across the white glittering crystal blanket that is perfectly scattered hither and thither across my endless horizon.

I step outside to helplessly embrace the winter air. It fills me up like a tree in the summer filling up with water.
Snow drops dew upon my delicate eyelids.

While I inhale the snow exhales and together we work as one unit reckoning the perfect balance of the natural world as we know it.

Wake me up with your words.
Remind me that I'm still alive.
I woke from this hurricane.

I've been alone for a long time.
I feel I've been through a battle.
All my loose strings dangle cut.

I'm stuck in my head.
Feeling through my feet.
I can touch the wind;
Smell the nectar of the air.

Wake me up.
Don't let me sleep.
I know that there's hope;
I can feel it stuck in my throat.

I'm battered and smashed and I look like I've escaped a car crash.


Tell me you love me.
Tell me you care about me.
Tell me that I am not dead.


I'll go on and on
And on and on
And on till my days end if you
Wake me up.

You can count your steps one at a time
I'll keep track
Stack up the unforgivable memorys
Forget all the things I said
It doesn't matter anymore

I locked your heart outside in the
snow
For the wolves to feast on
For them to turn the snow red

King for queen
It doesn't matter because in the end
We'll all be dead
But I'll be the one digging your grave

This is the darkness that never ends
The unforgivable memorys that lay stacked on your grave

Something in me crys for you
But you don't answer
Now the wolves are hungry and I've locked myself out