If suicide had eyes,it would possess a paralyzing stare.If suicide had a face,it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.If suicide had hands,it would would lay its cold claws on me.If suicide had a tongue,it would lash the...

Sunlit passion in the moonlit heart chamber,your embers thaw my hot-blooded glacier.You are my sun of the night sky.I, your moon-glow – you, my sun-shine.Twas’ a full moonand all through the night-sky not a star was winking –cast out...

Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howlsWithin the wintry confines of my mind.Now is the winterOf my discontent.I feel your veilover my eyes thickening.What is reality? I reach for it,But with broken hands,I can no longer grasp.And now as the veil...

I am not a number  I am not a statistic  I am not a piece of data  I am not a series of code    I am unique  I am flawed  I am a mistake  I am the successful sperm  I am mutated DNA  I am human  I crawled now...

Never try to knowwhat the eyes don't saythe air stopsthe hands pretendbut never tryguessing what the eyesdo not say...