WORST OF PLACES
Her whispers were akin to hisses of a snakeHer kiss a downright touch of deathHer caress a strangle But I just didn’t careI didn’t care
BEAUTY
Beauty is apparentIn a field of rotIn the wildest There’s beauty in the hues of despairThere is beauty in the ashes of whatwasThere’s beauty in
Worlds Apart
When the winds are stillAnd the sails are rolled upThe gulls gliding overDropping what they bearDropping it right over my headwill you then smile It’s
Fool’s Heart
Perhaps I’m a foolBut I like to believe I’m oneOne who has stumbled upon theLove of fantasy…… Muzamir
HELPING HAND
The depth of the seaIs nothing but shallowFor I drown longer in my tears and sorrows I recall wading through the musty fields of hopelessnessWith
HILL OF THORNS & BONES
with every grip only for it to breakwith every step forth only to slide backwith every effort only to slip and tumblewith silence except with
DEAD TILL DAWN
The deadshot eyes yelled out one word, RUN! It was akin to staring into the pits of hellAnd seeing demons staring back, infinite sets of
CLICHÉ TALES
His pants were soaking wet His face with a disheveled gaze He lived in nothing save haze On they way he had lost footing and
THE MIST OF DESPAIR
Oh my emerald leaves Do take me to a voyage of my dreams To a place of my own Away from tribulations Take me to
FRIENDLIEST FOE
My world was once beautiful My life a bright sunny day, blissful Adored amongst the horde Full of myself, youthful In a split second, maybe
