Wednesday, August 28, 2013


all the days of life
and nights of eternity
spent alone or among
the endless rustle of insanity
useless, interred, gentled by nothingness
perhaps i'll wake up
wings clipped, i'll fly
mutilated by my own queen
and my songbird silent
did i tell you i was a ghost?
left painted on a mirror's glass
say my name,
say my name and end my night
spent alone, so alone
with the dead

(c) 2013