The Nectar of Despair

They sit in silence,
Drunk in the nectar of despair,
They sit in silence,
Soaking in the sanguine air,
They sit in silence,
As the raindrops dance heavily,
They sit in silence,
Like two still dancers,
At the end of the ballet of existence,

They sit in silence,
Drunk in the nectar of despair...

The Crawl

The narrow walls crawl closer

Immitating the dark corners of the mind

The ominous ticking of the clock

Inches closer to the hour at hand

As darkness creeps over the

Petulant and fertile lands still

Thawing from the frozen winter

Of discontent and disgrace

The narrow walls crawl closer still

And I become one with myself.

As I Wander

As I wander on this nameless street,
by the lake reflecting the invigorating sky,
 I gaze at the rustling leaf,
and the sounds of stream and breeze.

Like a dream that was not remembered,
but was never forgotten,
 I see visions of grass and the sun,
The sights seem familiar,
The air tastes of a memory,
Like the dew on morning windows,
Like the dead branches floating,
Like the numbness in fingertips,
Like the ghosts of memories.

As I wander this nameless street,
By the lake reflecting the invigorating sky,
stolen from the belgian's dreams.
I gaze at the colors of autumn,
and the sounds of stream and breeze.