Confusion clouds the clarity of my darkness,
the voice of a man, echoes through me...he is my bard...
At times of need...the passion of his voice caressing my soul,
allowing me to linger most where I need...beneath the shadows of calmness...
I sit within my shadow, lurking from the world,
drawing deep on my Marlboro red...
Staring upon the wall, closing my eyes and taking in his voice
Feeling an emotion not yet known, sweep over me...
I can feel his arm reach through me, hands gliding over my essence...
My soul
Touching nerves, clutching heart...
As I listen to my bard, my eyes well with tears...
His words, his voice...cleansing me...
A release of all that clouds my keen sences,
My conrtol...my discipline...
Slate grey skies, resting on a tall, white horizon...
Cold rain falls..the chill in the air pierces the bone,
Shocking cold reality of morality...
Blackness has been shattered...
The shards of my darkness laying about,
as I try to replace the pane that once held my soul...
