I often go for the scene.I want the story intertwined,In the angle of the bottle.The whole mood,Of the narrative,In the contour.And it is the angleAnd the contourThat keeps me in.Like a hungry cat before its food.

Down, down in the depth so deepNo one tried to find or seekLeft me there to rot and weepI lay my head down for you to keep Beat, beat for a heart in a chestManaging to get air inside the...

It was resistant to oxygen deprivation.There was something about that seed.You could never cut its umbilical chord.

in the dark depths I see your face contorted with ragea coldness confinded by a veneera smile to inviteeyes that implorebut I sense you're on the edgeevoking emotions then walking into the shadowsit's your motion that warns mecalculating your...