If suicide had eyes,it would possess a paralyzing stare.If suicide had a face,it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.If suicide had hands,it would would lay its cold claws on me.If suicide had a tongue,it would lash the...

Sunlit passion in the moonlit heart chamber,your embers thaw my hot-blooded glacier.You are my sun of the night sky.I, your moon-glow – you, my sun-shine.Twas’ a full moonand all through the night-sky not a star was winking –cast out...

Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howlsWithin the wintry confines of my mind.Now is the winterOf my discontent.I feel your veilover my eyes thickening.What is reality? I reach for it,But with broken hands,I can no longer grasp.And now as the veil...

Those silver cans ofgovernment meat, seton the table with a redand white checkeredtablecloth.An old yellow light hungon a chain illuminatingthe can of meat.It tasted like flavorlessgum.It seemed like a mish-mashof byproducts that no oneelse wanted.Mom always tried to makea...

Never try to knowwhat the eyes don't saythe air stopsthe hands pretendbut never tryguessing what the eyesdo not say...