I recall you still a ghost on oceans sunset horizon through haze of pills and *****. Do you ever think the same my dear?


    Seeing everything through glass eyes ,can't see straight but its only way I feel alive.


In reflections of the past and oceans crash the tide carries away the guilt with my false sense of pride. Does the hourglass seen by a cruel reflect of what was never to be ******* the night it haunts me still with every round.


     Memories hunt me like a lost soul that cant find its resting place. With every liquid injection every day still hard as the last to forget about what could have been.


Torment are pictures that hang from empty walls now vacant as I. And if we should meet again in a far off moonlit embrace would you tell me it just was all the same a distant look in a scene to be a snuffed candle flame.


      As if we could hold embrace for more than a day. Why must this life cone with so many tournaments and heartache that doesn't seem to be able to go away.

We are shards of fragments left shattered upon the floor nothing rings true.