Was there anything too remote to say,
To the people in your life?
I think I lost the will to really care,
Can everything really be alright?

The pens of the aftermath have skattered to the winds
And the pages of the lost have been inked beyond repair
I spoke to the homeless man
(But I did not really understand anything he had to say)


Sometimes I think my minds a "Pandora's Box"
There's not really anything in it that anyone
would really understand...
And though sometimes I fear
that I lost the key,
I end up realizing,
why I'm too scared to scream.

Why am I sitting here?
Feeling empty and alone.
And How can you just lie there...
So still, and so quiet.

Then Somehow I know you are there,
Softly aiding those who mourn.
You with the palest eye's I have ever seen,
Now closed.

But now the why's have slowly died,
Accepting their defeat.
And somehow now I know it will be alright...

Because now that you are gone,
We will never be alone.

Dedicated To Florence Schulz

I miss it here,
Under this pale street lamp
Dry winds and conversing frogs
With the prayers of the mantis,
unheard by any God.

How I love it here,
With it's depressing skies  and diamond stars
Only exsisting to show off how "pretty" they all are

But though at times I do miss it here
Now I only miss you more

Memories haunt me
Of the times I had spent here within this space unknown
The green doors of my past, closed,
Forever more.

The chaos behind me
As I sit here, On this decaying porch
Missing you...
And wishing you could be sitting here too.

It hits like a force unknown
Forgotten was I in the abyss below
Love is traded for hatred
And traded only for your innocence
Is the purity of your soul

You were forgotten in the hopes of something better
Shoved back against the wall
No sounds but screams
No visions but blood

Alone am I again
In the blood of innocence
In loving arms was I again
Then tossed into the pits, alone

Torture of my mind and soul
Confusion doth taketh it's toll
Thought once it was that something changed
To only fall back into memory

And in the instance of yearning trust
I realized what love had cost
Forged in sin is my innocence
My blood upon the white tiled floor...

Wicked men and wastelands create

Discarded hearts
Yet, no one cares -

For no one exists there.

All ye who enter here...abandon all hope.

Ashen snowflakes falling
The grey (how it) surrounds me
And all is silent

How the quiet envelopes my being
Shrouded thoughts get lost within it
Constantly muddled and false thinking

Toying with a fragile soul
All on my own