Masked mystery with lonely
eyes; the shadow's tomb
lays fog so cold.
Wrapping morphed faces
with scarves in ashen black;
dusty breaths inhaled
like ice water through hailstorms
in June...
Hysteria
Like liquid marble
chasing tonic in cold sweats;
hidden neath the darkness
there is a mistress
armed with poison kisses.
Pulling arms like greedy
stings that harm with
each breath you pull;
if only you could stop
the screams from
escaping your brittle lips...




4 old applause
