Drawing on the wall

Holy... Fog

The Boy Without a Cause

That morning he awoke in bliss.
The day passed quickly and he watched it go.

That evening he walked home content.
The sky was covered in blood,
just like his hands.

That night he was at peace,
sleep came with an ease.

That morning he awoke in a fright,
the day ahead was not so welcoming,
it dragged and buried him without remorse.

That evening he walked home without delight.
The day had turned to night.
The sky was dark and cold
and the air was filled with decay,
just like his heart.

Still

The Clock

The Parts:

The Plate:

The Numbers:

The Clock:

Old Ontario Hyrdo

Come One, Come (F)all

First Night of Autumn

Safe Keeping

Your face slowly fades
from my memory...
but not a tragedy

Replaced your face
with space
a picture of time
a place

Not lost or erased
encased
to keep safe

Oh... Hi, Camera, It's Been A While.