Corey "Carver Cadaver" Strange Alone at Night It takes my breath away, a soft light through yonder window breaks, Whispering the morose reminder, that another morrow alone I wake, Just as I gather in my breath, as delicate as a portrait painted after death, A simple joy or a dreary thing, to crave a touch or a scent it seems, To want what you can't have, To touch what you can't grab, To hold onto you tighter, when thoughts whisper that it wont last, From a whisper to a scream, next to a... read more
