Two hearts, both alike in rhythm,share a tomb - a tomblike existence, indeed! While our meetings are forbidden!A place where no one will suspect us.And within this tomb we share lips.

I’m sittin herecontemplatinwhat the fuckwhat was the purpose of all thisthe months of shakin handsthe dry mouth bargainsthe empty glasses I stared downlike they owed me somethinwhat was the pointof holdin onif the fall still tastes like this?sweet kisses...

I don't know when it happened, or how I became so addicted. The moment the clock rolls to 11pm I know it's time…. It's time to meet him.Miss Castanza, if you do not get adequate sleep, you are going...

I have come so very far...just to delve into some poem noir,where everything is black and white,within this gray ambiguity I write. Given my most shady history,I have lived a life of mystery,more than enough to fill this page,penned down...