unfinished sparks.

I was quivering when I walked past your memories.
Darkness was alighting from beneath
lifting my fallen love for a pure white boy
who fell headlong from his tilting ivory tower
for moments his wails sanctioned despair
every fibre riled to rebel the truth of his demise
Torment's tells told of admirers groomed
to cloak any tragedy my heart's future befell.

Summer Dreams (at 3am)

Everything seems so long ago
those dreams infancy unveiled slunk to shadow
Silence emblazened in their place

Nocturn's slight of hand knifing my gall
sharp slung prisms of relief barring my inward gaol
Ends splintered, crying into my wants

My nostalgia bears out in blackness an unfamiliar tale
that pardons the mind and polishes the soul
Memories child my madness, chilling its core