Whispers. They come along the night time. As you look up to the night sky reveal yourself. What are you hiding? The barren thoughts...

Secluded area to the aching rhythms of each heartbeat. Blood getting warmer to each peck traveling to its next destination. Not a word...

Obligations of the misconception. Belittling the inner curves of her demonic possessions. Carvings from her past. The words from another...

Words of another captivate the broken souls. She goes around the searching for a significant other to the point she might settle for less...

To know me is to see within me. Not to be perceived what you want me to be. Covered in your silk perfection. Who’s to say you really know...

Silent nights, overpowering imaginations thinking while being in despair holding fragments standing between the process of hanging on, or...

Enduring one’s past must first be greeted with one’s presence. Reading between the lines of their once little lies that grew over time...

Inflicted between herself and others. Is she not good enough? The pain and troublesome worries seem to only grow fonder as she breaths...

Birds of a feather flock together. Not inquiring two turtle doves that were made for one another. The symbol of love and faithfulness....

Scorned filled eyes, igniting where one’s soul lies. Deprived accuracy form what once was to be fulfilled with such endurance. Closed...