I write and writeIt is my lustIt is my furyBut on some days like thisI wonderDo they mean anything to you?

Silent  in a world of hate. My fate to live and wait for a word that never came. Better to stay this way. My day to waste and play  with words that sound the same. Illusions I came to believe.  My time would come to relief my world of silent shame. Never  will I speak again, of pain I felt so plain  or a word I...

Slowly you pussyfoot to me and my eyes become chained to you, and slowly I pull you into me, and slowly our hearts chain together, both our heartbeats  in a rhythm the other recognizes.  Slowly our lips make the connection and our eyes remain gazing into the beauty...

My Gothic heart burning  in the sea of tears within.   Wrapped in thorny vines, dangling  by a thread from the surface. The teary waves above in my eyes are turbulent and the emotional winds lashing.   My Gothic fire, my tears of high emotion, my crimson shine...

How did i forget your face when i can still feel your embrace? How come i still smell you, but fail to recognize these pictures in which i held you? My disease is the worst. At least that’s what people say...