Was it a moment of sanity,
Or had I gone mad?
Daring the near impossible—
Of painting Forgotten Lore.
…

The thoughts—
They hide within my head
Teasing me relentlessly—
And into madness I am lead
…

Where does it go, my, oh my flawed mind
Not a safe place, searched, I have before
The voices warn me, they warn of its kind
I here wander, checked all, each a door
…

I lashed out, enraged at the passion,
that same passion, whose refusal now shunned,
just to laugh at my cold heart in silence,
…

Horror, absolute horror, as my arduous state tried to comprehend the madness, for I am not mad, am I?  I do however have
…

The days shadows grew long
The perfect dream was evermore
My tears fell like the softest rain
Returning a soul from its hellish war
…

As the hands of the clock kissed each other, the sound of midnight struck, a resonance causing dust to drift like snowflakes, across the moonlit room, landing ever so softly upon floor. The hours
…

In this dark chamber filled with lonely silence
My senses register only the faintest sound
The quiet echo of your heartbeat I'm reminded
Often I recall the magnificent years we found
…

Oh- the weight, the weight and what it could do
As my soul would severely suffer, hideously an ugly bruise
The sting of my salty tears, often a melancholy excuse
My obsessive thoughts- they ruled, always a muse
…