Untitled V

In the night
that's when I walk
when I feel
and I'm not blocked

In the night
when it's all quiet
that's when I
become the poet

In the silence
of the night
that is when
I give my fight

In the quiet
of the night
then it's when
I start my flight.

untitled IV

There's a place so dark in me
with my eyes I cannot see
where the thoughts are broken free
where all there is is me

There's a place so dark as mine
I can see it in your eyes
where the words are all but lies
where pollution goes but dies.

untitled III

There's someone I'd like to be
not me

There's someone I'd like to see
reflected in the stream

There's that who'll never look at me
There's that who I'll never see

There's a line of people waiting
and one of them is me

and time is passing me by
and I can only see
the one I'll never get to be

untitled II

An empty glass
A drop of blood

Dry

No flow
No motion

Still

Not death
but worse

Numb

untitled I

It's dark, so dark, the day.
No sun, no clouds, just grey.
No love, no friends, just cry.
My only mate a fly.

It's grey, so grey, the sky.
My soul, my heart, a lie.