the fog rarely liftsoccasionally it hidesin the recessesof my brokennessit is never gone… justhibernating or waiting on alerteating and drinking are choresso are friends and familywords get stuck in my presentwords betray my pastcongregate in portalslong since boarded upi am weary of the cover-upsurely they too must wish an exiti
some leave their livesbefore the fade beginsnot everyonewants to seehow it all endsat certain quadrantsthe birds gathersirens sing their hymns
my love, how is your heart today? My heart is black. black like a pearl? No black like coal andmidnight’s soul.I wish to be alone.Please go home. i missed you babe.are you still gray? No I said black,now go away~ baby girlplease!!! No foolnothingherethatyou will ever squeeze…
I was sitting in a quiet place minding my own business when suddenly I began to hear a conversation through a wall. At first I felt guilty because it was obviously meant to be private, but is it my fault that I have superior listening skills comparable to a wolf?
dust brother was dyingmother was cryingdaughter was lyingto daddya little girlbecame mommy’s diary no lockno keyall fantasy inappropriate friendsa means to an endher nouns and verbsdestroyed disturbedthe child that survivedthe psalms of adultsturned over and overin the mind of the accompliceinstead of the merry-go-roundthe small assassin should havebeen enjoying at
meet me by the streamthe place where we dreameverything is splendidall our parts are blended i shall bring the winemy starving valentinewe shall dance til dawnthen lay in bliss and long we’ve not crossed the bridgecome so close to the edgepotent passion poisonedso sweet and moistened