Ah

Such mistiness erupts in the air

My heart is made of stone

The broken pieces of a rag doll appear again

And the lamp has no light, oh damn the light!

For darkness is obscure anyway

Death has no worries

And woe is me

Why shall I surrender to a darkness so vague?

For this crying riddle has me trippin'

There are stars everywhere

But I don't see death

Alone is the book that never ends

For every poem has a question

And the question resides within a poet's heart

As hearts sink to the unknown

This lamp has been missing a pearl

For the pearl rages like newborn gates

Washed away by the turbulent seas

Oh I despair a lightning wave

Created by worries and strife

For this broken rag doll has fallen

Between love letters and shame

Behold the shallowness of repair

It's been five years since we spoke

And behold the treachery that comes from thee

Such mistiness erupts in the air once more

For the gorgeous scenery that is death

Has come to the surface...

Love me or hate me,

What is the crime scene?

For love is something that beholds all faults

Extraordinary circumstances don't make it till the end

And ah!

For real is the turning point

Roses die in front of the sunset

And blood becomes of the rag doll

Whose broken pieces render

For mistiness is a road not traveled

I am a dying force.