Shouting Heart

I wish we spoke the same language. The language the free birds sing on those cold lonely mornings. I wish our tongues were one and the same. That you could get lost in my eyes. Eyes that see stars in yours. For my face is of stone, dry and rugged, quiet as the still oceans

A Thousand Light Years

  ‘Of blue eyes and tender skin’, An innocence that puts my demons to sleep. Demons that keep me up all night. Of rosy lips and silky hair, Eyes that manifest my every fear, Fear that eats up my lost broken soul. Of GRACEFUL nature and NOBLE character, Beauty that awakens my deepest desires. Desires

For I wake up, only to die again

I remain in the darkness, in a vacuum, an empty deserted void. Just me and my quiver full of arrows. Arrows that punctured my every self.