Only when there is nothing left -of whispers caught in the throat of twilight no shards of souls lingering in ribcages of stones echoing in hollowed halls no embers to rememberAnd still, they cling on, oh sweet Lenore to...

Stood The Widow. Wearing cracks in her shell, gleaming like a raven's eye with cataracts,weeping silently. Obscured by the Wisteriain Gotham City. Carved in obsidian stone,a crumbling facade. Choked by time and ivy.In a town without a pulse of...

...beneath the weight of stonein quiet of dreadexhaling the cigarette with a whisper of deadso damp and cold waiting to be fedthrough soil and boneRumpelstiltskinwith roots entwinedthe worms pass by and dust is answered forwith seeds of hellebore... 

...time will continue       earmarked a ceaseless thread     of dreamssoliloquy ...    carved into handsof a clock ticking   endlessly ...Like whispers lost    between the handslistening to the glockenspiel   of unbroken dreams