“My soul always feels like it’s on fireBecoming stage four cancer that fuels my delusional desire,            “Constantly exploding from rage inside my skullGiving full attention to the bullet with unconditional love,             “Annihilating life along with all my living...

I get ready and get into bed.Fluff up my pillows and forget the tears I shed.I get comfortable under my fuzzy blankets. And I begin to dream and imagine.If I were to leave my body behind for the night.I would...

Waiting,     waiting          in thirst               in anticipation still. Our blood moon,    will ascend the velvety sky         above us,               orbiting...

Who is the ghost  in the mirror before me? Why is there a chill that I give myself? Why can I not speak to others anymore? Why have I become a mirage to the world? Why not end it? And become that ghost? Carefree in the netherworld but really? Ghosts...

Melancholy and mysterious...Stout you are with thorns which bite!Open your veiling, black petals for me so I can gaze into your eyes!To see your face, perhaps the shining from mewill attract you to this handsome star?Still, your thorns desire...