I crave words more than a hopeless romantic
Craves the touch of another human being

The little white orb moved from room to room.. showing me the sadness and happines of ghost..
  But for small moments like this mean the biggest of answers..
To such questions I only asked when I was on the otherside..
I found truth where it later had to be cut out from existence that truly did not exist..
Or did it?
What I found where answers inside the fire..
Even more so when there was nothing left to burn..
I pulled branches off of dead trees and continued my midnight fire..
Just for a little longer..
The words came to me there..
The white orb is real..
It has always been there..
  In some form or the other..
And I smile because I know of the existence outside of this realm..
  I wish there is some way for me to show all of you..
But you will all see what I see soon enough..
Or later.. (SMILES)

I am building
Building a home
Return here after
After you've roamed
And back into
Into my arms.

I am building
Building a life
A getaway from
From your strife
To make what's
What's wrong right

I am building
Building a family
A place for you
You and me
Where we may live
Life life freely.

Call, Call
you halcyon beast
you maiden of dirt
come wrap me in
your black embrace
darkness
calls me
from the sunset abyss
I clasp the void
I taste its bliss
                  
                            Fall
       ­                            so soft
                                              cracks of nothing
                                              flush of peace
                                              rips through bones
                                              wash of calm
                                                      of numb.
                               Chocolate hatred through eyes of dust.

Rough sheets
Smell of lavender
I lift my
cheek
touch of wind
from open window
I feel
the comfort seep
through my whole

I am at peace
In my own berth.