With all the locks secured.
Having noticed my security.
Voices whisper.
Life completes.
Words tumble.
Passion from the ceiling.
Cursed epiphanies.
Little rooms left for my own discoveries. life is disrupted.
New medicine for use in moderation.
Guitar, fragile in perfection.
What is to keep?

A sunset fades & a new line is born.

This is what we truly want.
This is choice.
Consequence sings as I sleep.
My mask becomes me.
We wake.

But is there something else?

Complete with fullness.
The moments of before. Losing my mind for the sake of finding you.
Two songs play in the kitchen.
My choice remains unsung.
Soldiers rushing.

Civilians waking peaceful towards the light.
A silk blouse for funerals.
Falling far into the grave.


With a gift I move forward & destroy myself.