Walk within my poetry.
See the mist that clouds my heart

My love letter to nobody.

View my concert of darkness,
The blood splashed on the wall.
See pain that hides within.

My soul is metophysical to you.
My garden once alive is now dead.

My poetry is full of silence,
Silence makes me whole.

I cry for beauty.
I cry for sorrow.
I cry for love.

If only my heart had a home.