Every kissAn unfamiliar place sitsSinking in my heart of abyssJust how long will it be this? What does “love” mean Boiling floodsFloating mudslides Bone breaking hugsGhosts trapped in breaths A reason to stay aliveA reason I don’t want What does it...

Scab fur balls piling in carpet A dull blade in need of being replacedBlood sleeping on my handsSoaking into a tranceRealities skin torn wide apart The songs continuesA smile on my legHair in my face Falling with the weightHead...

<span;>Whether the welkin is painted in shades <span;>of blue or obsidian, <span;>the moon's <span;>ethereal<span;> candlelight <span;>has always dawned a quelling kiss atop <span;>my often somber laced mind, <span;>and smiles to eagerly anticipatory eyes.. <span;>... As " in these moments...