Graceful with her words

 But nothing to follow

As I fall down, I need her to

Lift me but nothing around

    Just silence and holes

    In my soul

    

killing time 

Ominous streets

    Change your name

 For a nickel

 nothing wrong

       With that, such a beautiful

       Waste. Dark and grim

       With thorns sticking out

      don't mess with the 

elegant stress of life and death

(poem)

Feeling (almost) naked

With thoughts and

      Bones (bare)

Glued to the wall

   The same wall

Where (sheepskin) hangs

Hang my head on the

Shelf (with) books

                       And things

               

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Even with my empty mind

 He knows what’s right,

His brown eyes

    Making love to  my

Thoughts, playing music

      For my bleak mind 

He knows how to keep

This dead soul alive

And I love him all the

Way through my toes

fireless fire

Neutral eyes

    Our minds

Intertwined

Orange red

    Exposed in the

Summer’s Wind

    A desolate place

To make love

 Lunar stars in a treeless

World

Hold my heart because

It feels empty

  Lately