dance with demons,
smile wide,
and show the devils
what hell looks like.

I miss you
Miss your words
I find you
Find your hands.

I know you
Know your heart
I want you
Want your new art.

Do you feel me?
Feel my emotions!
Would you reach me?
Reach my affections!

You look at me
Look at my heart
Do you feel that?...
We aren't so apart!

I write because it makes me feel like someone is listening,

- or am I finally listening to myself...