so much pain
in the heart's
broken treasure:

so much rain
in the night's
silent azure,

silvery mirrors
scream only tears;
eyes forbid, it mends

lonely lips
with voicelss words
and sudden ends,

bittersweet memories
of once somber past
left ashes in the chest,

your absence hurts
more than anything,
but then all is lost

Headset on, I settle in.
My patience has reached the brim.

RING! ******* you...
This piece of crap...

Maybe if I give it,
a firm-but-gentle tap.

Where's that IT guy?
He's never around!

I hate that slow moving,
genius man-clown.

OH MY GOD-
It's working!

Oh wait... nope. Still not.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"

My brain starts to rot...

I QUIT! I'M DONE!
I CAN NOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!

I'm through with this nonsense, I...

"Hello? Oh hi! My name's Lenore..."

Do so,
I require of you to
to keep me sane

Walk,
amongst the shadows
and feel the cold and haggard
air

Walk,
amongst the real humans
and feel warmth and joy
emanating
from their wonderful and perfect selves

Walk with me
please,
we can go on a journey
and...
maybe it'll help me
recover from the crazyness
and help you too...

Please, Walk with me
I require this of you.

My story ends of sparkle,
Hands, winding me in fable
The dark lines of her lashing eyes
Are burning rings, shear ice,
Covering the lost ponds of spring,
To see her in the ripening fields
Is to know the myriad colours
Of flowers, wild with loneliness,
She is always numbering the days,
Always on parade, hair, with out end,
Tresses trailing the wind.

You can use blue words
to describe a grey canvas
but that does not make
it colorful.

t’was war as we knew it

a thousand fears in a jar

labelled ‘eau de thè’

a cloud blown over our heads by no man's wind

and still turned the world that we knew

and all that you were

your wrist

tossing a thousand pancakes

your lips

blowing a thousand kisses in a row

your nights

holding my silhouette

amongst a thousand faces

I have no more use for this shield

or this sword

whoever gave them to me

can take them back

I hold myself hostage to

a thousand years of peace

mon chouchou

I'll be drinking onion soup

from our mug, every morning

a thousand years from now

or

until we meet again