Melancholy sits quietly and I with herwith a gentle remider to breathewe watch the cotton candy clouds flow byas we lie watching blue skiesa stark contast to our moodhurt on a colorful dayit seems wrong and out of placethe...

She steps from the showera vision of warmth and water and light. Steam still clinging to her skin,drops tracing paths down her shoulders,the air itself seems to hush for her.That towel, drawn so tight to guard her beauty.Shapes that...

Mirrors mirroring not what mirrors mirror.   Drinking this mirage, emulating my form.   Echoes of reflecting thoughts exuding an air of sorrow.   The presences within the glass, weeps deeply at its glassy heart.   A blind man I am, staring into this mirror.   Blinded in darkness, yet sighting the pain.   These curtained eyes, sightful...

The phantom voices are soundless unsoundness to the normal world.   With my own tongue, psychosis cracks this lash, scolding the empty air.   Give one hell, give another heaven, but where is my heaven?   Fracture this jawbone - this jabbering embarrassment within my vacant face!   Raked over hellish coals, blistering with utterances, my mind...