like you do these charlatansthat claim to bepoets. they are not evenremotely related to the wordsthey pen. like you do your exeswho, in spite of all thehurt, are still welcome.floating above thin sheets of ice.gracious idiots. like you do an artificial...

What if I told you my pictures lie  That's what you see on the outside is an illusion  That if the camera could capture the truth  You'd see many tears falling down my cheeks  ~ If only the flash brought you within this mind Then...