Thursday, April 15, 2010

Cherry blossoms fall

"Sing me to sleep.."

Dreams of your voice so clearly playing on repeat waking up to silence so deep it pierces ears used to the same voice yearned to hear every second

"He murdered his wife.."

Knives catch the glow of burning out nighlights a quick movement of the wrist the liquid that spills matches the sheets draped around an innocent body silent screams caught in the throat everything fades to black the same color as the open curtains


Maha said...

Your style is so unique! Beautiful :)

zachary said...