A picture…
Disheveled man, face a mask
Bedraggled clothing, eyes on the past.
With wind astir, the rain falling
All times are now when Despair comes calling.

A sign…
Flickering neon, lighthouse at night
Fateful words, searing the sight.
“Love is within, Seek the Lord inside”
-FLICKER- (steer clear!) -FLASH- (turn aside!)

A judgment…
Suffocating darkness, chambers of the soul
Intemperate longing, heart’s emotional hole.
Fragile the chains binding the tempest
Black self-loathing chews without rest.

A longing…
Happy memory, a time of fulfillment
Tainted memory, fulfillment? Annulment.
Love is a fantasy, the heart’s foulest lie
Inside a faint whispering: lie to me lie!

A life…
Full of love, glowing bright
Denied all love, black twisted blight.
Far better death in perfect black
The soul released from Life’s tortuous rack.

An end…
Embracing self-loathing, misery and despair
Longing an end, life too much too bear.
From near at hand sounds a train horn
He jumps… and from the body the soul is torn.