The cold.
My cheeks flushed pink as I inhaled the remnants of the frail air
Surrounding me - clouded tufts occur
They dissipate as I breathe
I whisper.

The prevalence of rosebuds, nature's pride
Flourish amongst the beaks of the emperor.

Strands of scarlet, stains of blood
They all entail the unrequited sentiment of the weak
The frail entrails dwindling downwards on the empty patches,
Barren warfields where I exhaled.

The enticing floral rain, the vermilion of the soul
The pale old man with the raincoat is watching me
I turn.

Bring me deliverance, old man
The joy of my ultima, the ****** of my being
For you watched me ultimately,
For death cheers for me from the sidelines.

Bring me deliverance, for the caress of the end
Is my valentine.

bittersweet air
words spoken without care
for your mind is never bare
your thoughts you are able to share

though there is nothing to gain
your whispers bring me pain
a needle to a vein
my body shudders with strain

you were my shadow
though many years ago
you did come, you did go

and now you've finally gone
like my own blood, I have drawn
our future was laid out
but never got a chance to sproute

in her whisper i hear fire
in her screams i hear storms

I begged to be enough,
to be more than you could want.
yet, I find that in my darkness,
whispers pull & doubt clouds my mind.

silence has become
my only adversary