The words, they come like memory distant as the dawn waking within dreams whispering like grief and again the sorrows speak remembers the shadows that do not sleep, restless and deep in their longings black as the night where even the black birds weep for the ghosts already gone and still those yet to be…
Shiver
The dawn cracks light breaks me open again in the winter of your love as you touch me like the cold hold me shatter my soul enter as you leave me inside out all shadow and alone empty me ’til I return to the memory of whole in the darkness of a season to…
Storm Front
Never underestimate the calm or regard the silence as empty for it is most crowded there in those quiet thoughts…… Storm Front There is always no matter how quietly or how gently the wind stirs a brutal storm brewing within, waiting to burst through the silence of a shadow skin eager to devour the…
