Corroded reflections see through
the visage of my life I'm just a shadow
puppet of existence and this is
my gift to those I love.

"I'm a vacant lot of amore,
"Loving others is now a hollow chorus.

"I've loved each of you like death greets
a dying man, I feel nothing anymore.

"Looking beneath me, I'm a collection of
oxidized memories, each if drowning within me.

"Children where my anchor, but that ship sank
beneath the waves of my own hurricane of despair.


My censorship will now collect on others, satisfied that
I have worded this, as it dries my breath fades out.
I was a chorus of lullabies, now I wonder off to the quiet
place where my troubles delicately fade out....