I know, I know, who writes a piece titled "Leroy." Here in the southeast I've only met a few "Leroys," and then only a few of them were people that you wanted to remember. But this piece is about...

you don't see me anymoresomewhere in the mist I lost youpainful realization, I reached for you and you were gonethe melody of our love still play within memy thoughts fell, my heart stoppedyou were missinginside my dwelling place I...

it's a brutal memory time bends and refracts fractured parts of your soulfated pain echoing through spacelips curled in a screamhurdled along until full stoprotating on our axis, we spinwe forget then come to rememberfabled wisdom why repeat?thrown into...

sinister feeling comes at night while sleepingmy soul lay witness to an unbecoming vigildreaded need has a taste for methere is no seduction this is rapea spirit manipulating my mind while dreamingan orgasm forced from meit felt so good...