Unique, strangely free.
We shimmer in the air, no two alike
And yet,
Blood brothers are we.

We fall gracefully,
Laughing and dancing
Upon the chill breeze.
Looking at our wonderful destination.

Slowly,
The unbearable happens.
They vanish.

Brothers! Brothers!
Gone, alone,
Loneliness and quite introspection
None are left,
But me…

The wonderful destination,
At last a glimmer of hope.

Appropriate, then
That it should look
As I feel.

Barren, blackened.
The perfume of violence and death
Lingers in the still air,
But nothing is left save for tears.

So,
I lay my weary head to rest,
Upon a face,
A dead man holding a sign.
“The End is Nigh.”

Nothing more than a shadow he stalks the moor,
Giving her an acknowledging glance.
He turns to face the empty distance
There is Darkness; there is nothingness on the shore.

Every step engulfed by a torrent of flames;
Each move a silent break from reality.
Nothing but the darkness accepts his frailty.
His secret and wild desires remain untamed.

No more than a ghost he walks the path.
Feeling nothing for anyone,
Shifting to look at the passive faces of everyone.
No guilt, no sorrow, no remorse, just pain.

His pain a mystery waiting to rise from some dark depth.
A story cloaked by calm and misdirection.
You may search at your own digression.
Alas, for now He walks in hollow footsteps.

We turn, we turn, we turn in

Circles as daylight fades dim.

Warm breath sticks to candle light

One last sigh before the fight.



ten paces then the failing rain.

twelve days till he suffers pain.

seven times the clock knocks,

one hour and she passes away.



Drops, soaked in alcohol

Serenading the night away

Reaching that point of no return,

One fragile heartbeat at a time.



and i continue to spin,

One circle at a time.

One **** circle at a time.