she's only a silhouette

of his extinguished love;

the end of a cigarette

falling out of his glove.

He left her at the end of melodious c r i e s;

isolation of the empty sky above her head as

the f l o c k s of immortal ink sinks into ambiguous

undulations painted to slither towards the darkness

extended on colorless wings of the torn youth.

Transparent bodies marked by t e x t u r e;

incredulous senses scarred in the future snow;

age is invisible on their pale faces as they become

s p i r i t s condemned with incessant torture from

the wings of the wind and the dead silence of the night.

he's only a shadow

to her transparent body;

the screams in her hollow

mind claim she's a nobody.

[Azura, hospitals

scare me]