• A Caustic Autumn

    A fleeting spark burns the hearts,
    Of the two souls worlds apart.
    Ignite the passion through dried up veins,
    Razor's edge unto these fleshy grains.
    Subdue the thought of madness gone,
    A crystallized memory where terror once shone.
    Grasp and hold a last inhale,
    Ignescent thoughts, all hope has failed.