THE MIST.

I smile walking through the fog,
This wet blanket of sorts.
Hiding my tremble,
As the stinging cold isolates my senses.

It's all the same to me,
There is no reprieve from walking this plank.
I see nothing past my frozen nose tip,
My legs walking me into the abyss,
A blind man with nowhere to be.
The weather man said I created this darkness, With all my wanton dispair,giving this weather purpose. She hears my call,she knows I will this. Clear skies will never see the harbor for this ship. Wrapping my wiery bones with the fear I weave, I stumble on with the mist that decided for me. With lips cracked and mouth parched, I smile again as my soul empties,everything is fine. Kyalo.

LOVE IN THE MUSIC.

In my escape from you 
I find the rythm and the beat.
music is slow here,
But the booze is strong.

As my ears reverbate to it,
I swim in nostalgia,sweating and breathing.
Memories of stolen time,
Of Muddled dreams stained with tears.

The music gets louder,
Sweet Melodious pain,
Lost in that moment I creat my own universe.
She can't find me now.

She smiles in there,
In the memories of a time gone,
Of great opportunities swallowed up by the black hole of youth.
The four minutes spent in the time machine end,
It's your turn,pick a song.

Kyalo