walking in cirlcles my thoughts are broken like the crumbling of mountains
falling through the cracks of madness pooled in my thoughts ...they twist
and distort my heart to a ruefull color of blackness and swallows my soul
as if time has opened its mouth and i drown in the sight of her eyes ...jaded
like a stereotyped monster i change and transform to a number of dreams
i cant describe ..waiting for soft touches of memories to be made but nightmares
are seldom recieved on shores that bleed to hearts that scream in silence