The only sound that echoes through the night is...
The only ones who remained are the dead...
A knife in the dark
sliding smoothly between ribs...
Minute confessions
Reverberating silence...
The click clack of heels upon empty streets,
echoing as though through twisting corridors...
Bathed in moonlight, blissful shimmer,
swishing, silently, as gentle as the breeze...
My meaning seems ill and faded,
Heart still studders to speak out to rough time...
Though the light burns my eyes, I will not be...
...I am an artist...
Human anatomy summon the awareness of health,
Though to occupied with strong desire...
Youll Find Me In Peices, Youll Find Bloody Stains...
Left right up and down
All this confusion making me drown...
Death of a Rose
Head to bullet ratio...
Stare straight ahead
Stomach filled with dread...