Every time I write a lineI take some more spaceI create a limbA jawI am hollowAnd fainted in real worldI create myselfOnly in poetry.

sinking deeper into despairmy heart coveth what it cannotit is with dread this admittancethe heart can be so ficklewhen it has set its sights on onea soul so very intelligent yet coldthe very idea of me fills him with...

I shall not forget the moment the light died. The glow of the candle pinched. The stout wick breathes out a fluttering string in defiance of death.   But it was time to die. It was time to breathe to death. What do we all think, When...

I’ve been laid to rest in eternities of cold. Death vents no warm breaths. The rigor mortis of my cadaver constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.   They say Hell is hot - oh contrary! The inferno keeps no dancing flames, my abyss tis’ one of...