words by dominic riccitello

walking the beam
you in the streets of reign
falling beneath
tremble of my knees
i hurdle with pain
skipping cracks
kissing the backs
of strangers in the rain
tears fall from within
how your hands rescind
black takes
as the leaves you rake
within my soul
the dark cold hole
i tried to climb from
with shades and hues
grays which consumed
i wallow in pain
calling your name
blaming you in vain
cutting the vines
i swung to please
the darkest of bane