Midway through my life, I cannot go on. Middle of a winter storm, too blind to trek on.   The struggle of having to embrace psychosis, has been very painful, rendering me blind.   Blind and deaf to a world that rejected me, blind and deaf...

The morbid hue of death awaited uswhen I made that last promise to you.Vanity! I already sensed the vanity,that delicate moment when our trust lived. For the life of me, however, I don't know why.Why I let go, why I...

The great divide that is the spacebetween our hearts will come unlacedand puddle softly at our feetBy morning's mist I'll taste your bloomand through the heat of afternoonwe'll tie each other in the sheetsWhen evening spills your musky scentinto...