A Skullflower & a Chelsea smile

In this room, my days of solace differ in shades of grey, still making shadows; differing in fears, shaking my lover that on this day I searchedthe dark noon where the darkness creepsout in sunlight to take my thoughts before they come like worms creeping to be raped by birds as they feed, as the feel; sitting in silence, it eats away at me, now that failing is all that I know, this insanity is getting worse, now that I can not sleep at night; I am buried with my illogical thoughts, breathing in nothing but sulfur and regret. I may look happy, but honestly, the only smile that I will bear is if you cut me ear to ear.