bleed...

silent are tombs of our youth

as we lay here exhausted

with pictures of long lost friends

embraced by cold loneliness



I yearn for a breath

in this twilight of my life

as my seasons slowly

turn to grey



weak butterfly children

with broken wings

they try to follow

pale rays of light

so don't you leave me here



for every word is a freezing hurt

swansong of my withered hopes

last departure for my angels



silent are tombs of our dreams

as we lay here forgotten

with pictures of long lost friends

embraced by cold autumn rain