I knew it was over… the day your hand lay lifeless in mine. That sudden goodbye and that iciness you shared. Glares… not beautiful gazes. Sharing hands with a corpse then made it a wintry day. It was a shimmering...

That teardrop shape of my light! A glow with many shadows cast. The vaulted heavens above catch the long thread of smoke rising when my candle flame’s pinched. My smoke pools and condenses as my blackened wick cools. The teary streams of wax dry and my tears...

I love you… You don't love me… You will never love me… You will never love me again…   And again I hold your pictures… And again I dream of the old times… When our hands shared the other tenderly… When our lips were thawed of that...

Black wings that flutter through stormy sunshine. That storm within… with the sun glowing through black clouds that gathered over my eyes… Bright enough to penetrate into the dark of my soul… This storm and sun intertwined, ebony silhouette of the raven soaring through...

This sacred inner realm I keep within… Deep within. Hidden it is to the world’s judgmental, blind eyes!   Every beat of my heart is rhythmic, dark beauty. My gothic heart beats on as if it possesses the pen itself!   Every pulse from this rich...