I burn with frost, a freezing flame A blaze that chills but feels the same I melt the ice to make a spark Yet leave the wood forever dark My heat is cold, my light is numb A fire that makes the senses dumb I...

I just keepGoing on cause,There's nothingI can do to get overThese catatonic blues.Pathetically hidingIn the cracksBeyond your site. Me and my sad,Sorry life,In the middle ofNowhere in particular.

Poetry is madness A ritual I do, but do not know.A night that conquers,Drunks me to helplessness.And it kills shame,Guilt. It hits you like an exploding racket.It shoots out you naked.