…within myself seeking you silentlythe lock is rusted, the key is a ghostwept epiphany I could not fathom your hurtand the silence is a heavy velvet curtain

leave me with my sadness it's the crying timemy soul is stirred and all my memories come to mehands outstretched looking to be held tightwelcome home little ones you are part of my spiritmelancholy with her delicate voice ushers...

decorating the desolate my pain floats away into the abysssmile inside I'm still alivethe dark uttered sentencebut I've done my penance suffer not the waymercy over sacrificelest I boastintensifying need bleeds purestumble just to standlying prostrate, I prayparables of faith...

my hurt was full and I linger in its depthsstirring memories I weepthere is no letting go of lovejust a deepening of ittrue appreciation comes from understanding thisyour honesty reaches me in my coldI'm utterly bewitchedthe mystic ruins of...