The silence caves in,
A tick, a tock, an eerie basking nothingness,
Empty company as no one calls out,
Only a portion of her remains,
That remnants of a fairest eye,
Drowns into a smoky tight atmosphere,
Drowns into a shady past.

 

All of me a failure field,
Under scrutiny, the watch of a pawnbrokers eye,
Keel over and die in dreams,
If only dreams came true,
A salty tear crushed by fear,
I cannot rule to, cannot live in space,
So lonely on my own, so cold, so dead it seems.

 

1993