A single page entrycould make a novelof a thousand pageswritten in vanity.Kept out of sightfrom tenacious eyeswhich clawits delicate words.It is the gold kept lockedbutton by buttonwithin my being.There is no combination to this safe.As it is with the...

I darkly confesswithout remorse or,empathy,there is nothing like eating somethingstill squirming to stay alive.

A fire will  die without a flame left neglected, who's to blame? A blackened pile of lust ignoredhas left two lovers tired and bored.But in the ashes lies an ember pleading for them to remember.The fire just needs some fuel to starta...