will always leave its mark;
people have a way of leaving footprints behind
that will endure
though their body have decayed,
the passing is the only thing that stays.
It is late at night and all is asleep,
All but me for sleep does not come easily
To the starving, tortured artist.
It's a layer of defense
Soft and Smooth
It crackles , it can breaks if you have a wound...