Do you sometimes have
that sickening...
Concrete eyes feel nothing
feed false faith...
Knock, knock, my conscience standing outside my...
Drop, drop, my tears won't fall anymore...
No one can see past it
They are fooled by it...
Waxen fingers trace an outline across her...
Running down her taught neck, across her chin, to...
Queer eyes,
sleeps in distress...
There is a boy who swings in the park,
Every single day...
April 5th, 2008
The lights are out...
The story of a mute child
her smiles...
Rosy lips and raven hair,
Flying fingers play my senses...
I am not usually capable of hate,
but you deserve nothing less...
Should I do it with this knife in my hand.
Stab her with all the force I can...