...Falling stars do cry
with the fallen wings
of forgotten angels
A teardrop
blankets the night of
a cold embrace
plunging into the calm with
a thorn from once a red rose
Ripples distorted
every reflection of a dream
quickly fading with the wind
and madness roars an outcry
with the lunacy of a lightning
like daggers in the emptiness
of a papercut in the heart
Pain can never be mended
by a single drop
of a nostalgic whiskey
and holding on to a candle flame
is worse
amidst a storm...

...I've walked upon worlds
of fallen grounds
Wounded and healed to paint scars
as the last drop of red
paved a road of a shadow
of eternal yesterdays
I've gone to deviated slumber
to lands of never sleeping dreams
where the sun
was never blinding
and paralleled reasoning
was his radiance
while the moon
never heaved logic
upon her shadows
that lit the beauty
of tomorrow...