werlywolf

where are all the beautifully grey splatterd moments
the whispers of the wind eludes me these day's
it's all nightmarish black plaguing me with it's toxic
or brilliant white blinding me with serenity
whatever happend to the in between it was nice
i randomly shed a single tear
it's becoming rather awkward
maybe i miss her maybe I'm lonely
could it be both swirling around to confuse
the right side is empty
a lot more empty then before

time to sleep time to dream........