I cannot mention...
...or find the heart to say or stay in the dream you made for me.
From black to twilight's stern gaze drifting into the place where I willingly fade to disappear in the only home I've wanted to know more than my own.
Bars left on the galaxy ,not to frighten but just remind me of story I now write the side stories to.
And these chapters seem to be filling up with the blood of ghosts who are calling me co-star or cell mate...I pray this is just some bad luck but luck doesn't exist in the fist of a blooming hate.
Or windows shattered by the state of a mind of lost soul trembling in the blackened waters of what was once just a beach used to look at the stars.