The Commentator's Despair
7 Angels 7 Plagues
Jhazmyne's Lullaby

reflection in her tears.
i can still feel that sight of relief.
confided in me.
i feel safe in your arms.
the picture in her mind with the reinvented fear that had long since settled deep in her inside.
i wish i knew your feelings.
i cannot catch the depth.
i cant merely scratch the surface.
are your dreams sweet?
filled with all those precious memories of the spirit you've destroyed.
contracted, is a most horrifying infection.
that's robbed security and destroyed trust.
my heart burns true.
i am forever changed.
the sun is black and i am ashamed.
like her, this will never leave me.
Oh precious memories.