Sympathy cannot exist,
For a man with a gun...

I sweep the floors of a hollow house
eerie air breathes a sonnet...

Must one like me be so terrifying?
So electric against winds stronger than...

Time seems like such a myth
However staring, uncomfortably at a moving object...

Two left feet approach a balcony of air.
The wind laughs at my disposition...

Ironic; the way you paint
Reminds me of a sound I once sung...

I am a euphemism of obesity
Coated with anorexia’s myrrh...

Taking blood as a hobby,
Evolving into a paranormal encounter...

Life goes by
Quick...

A soundless vision walks with an ipod;
Swapping songs to the tuneless mainstream...

I am proud of the disfigured image in your mind,
A mix between a vomit smell and a chilly air...

Cauldrons, witchcraft, a mummy unraveled
A desire in my eyes bigger than such delights...