Falling weak, I lay my head;
resting now I feel dread.
A ghost am I,
forever nigh;
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I scream from utter silence, lost to unknown;
I am without a mask in a world foreknown.
I don't know why I ponder, here, now and then
know I yonder from my outcast sin.
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Till the dark fades, I ponder thee-
leaving this dream for another.
But lest I know the truth, I humble thee;
nae be I fall to other.
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Beauty engulfs her extravagant being,
cursing me silent; without thought, without seeing.
Being as it may be, a bewitching beauty;
leaving me speechless and lost in dreams.
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I wait eternity upon this shore,
crying out my heart and soul evermore.
I watch thee sail beyond the horizon;
I sit here waiting, rot and wizen.
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What is this picture, but a fragment
of life's shattered dream?
Being the lost that I am,
seeking a lifeless gleam.
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I wait my days alone,
in chambers of dark endure.
I hold back my tears alone,
until blood shed from my eyes.
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Armed with a tongue, I dare not speak;
my voice alone is why I'm weak.
I ripped it out to hurt no more,
silent now forevermore.
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I am lost without inspiration;
I cannot think my thoughts are empty.
A sudden expectation
of words I cannot see.
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One night as cold winter sway;
I thought only of her, that once blissful day.
But O' that day I wish it so;
O' but that day it wasn't so.
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