Her eyes are like a stormy sea Her skin is like amber silk warm like fire. When I'm burnt to ashes when I've faded to dust cool water from her hands when I'm frozen to death hot breath brings me to life my mermaid leads me home.
I haven't posted for a while. Nothing really to say. I'm tired of winter. I want the echos to be silent,but they won't banshees broken mirrors waiting for the night hollow run thru these echos never end sleep brings no rest silence brings no comfort hungry,tired,lost. day grinds into day night melts into night banshees
All our ghosts are material haunting unseen thru the broken windows of our memories can't unfold the second hand half the shears of fate when words escape like fractured winged birds then it is too late sand castle hearts fade with the waves from that shattered moment on to ghosts we are thier slaves.
another day of smoke and mirrors. shuffling thru the days events on autopilot. back here again,writting it out sorting thru sifting out running on empty