pop another sedative.
the world looks better through foggy eyes.
here my love,
come kiss my lips.
taste the cool steel between them.
stary eyes never see the whole picture
silence broken by poetic whispers.
{ words mean nothing to those whom never hear them}
winter nights fill sick lungs with midnight hope
tattooed crosses bleed into pale palms.
chipping peices of life away.
watch as I build my Empire on the wings of a butterfly.
