With all the locks secured & having noticed my security, a voice whispers and life becomes complete.
Fleeting words, passion tumbles from the ceiling. With epiphanies, little rooms left for my own discoveries. The life of rhythm is disrupted. A new medicine for use in moderation.
A guitar, fragile with echoes of perfection. But what is there to keep?
A sunset fades & a new line is born.
This is what we truly want.
This is freedom & the choice of options.
Consequence sings as I sleep.
My mask becomes me & we wake.

But is there something else?

Complete & full in the moments of before. Losing my mind for the sake of finding you.
Two songs play in the kitchen and my choice remains unsung.
Soldiers rushing in & civilians waking peaceful towards the light.
A silk blouse for the funeral only to fall far down the grave.


With a gift I move forward & destroy myself.