My blood has no tasteUnless served on a steel plate Sharp enough to chisel fine wordsThat bring primal color to this dinner Paper on a platterI consume to later vomitAcids merged with indigestible flavors Sick poems no one desiresThese cravings...

  I salvaged the happiest photo todayIt lays crippled at best insideA promising vision If you’d like to see then…My skull only needs to be cracked open! How despicable it is To frame miseryEncase these torturous momentsDetain it to eyes of...