Knots and crosses

Like weaved patterns,loomed and destined,tied with no way of escapade.Like spider webs,thin yet strong,crafted into locks,with no keys, trapped.Heartstrings, that are played,with love and pain,bound by the depth of our tunes,rhyming with our emotions,that fade away and come back dancing,in torment and jubilation.Like a lonely soul,with knots and crosses,no spiders or colours,no keys or tunes,no

White Coated Charcoal

I heard the black,darken my voice,the pain and revenge in it,vibrated all around,I felt the cold shrill,run through my spine,my eyes,as black as charcoal. I saw the white,trying to push its way through,to let me know,know, that everything is all right,I saw the glow,comforting and warm,melt my eyes,my eyes,a warmed ochre. -:D