When did this clock start screaming?
When did these walls begin to bleed...
She was the queen of night.
Her dark Brown hair blended with her surroundings...
Who am I but a speck among the tide of man.
An animal crippled by the inflictions life has...
Fingers like razor blades
So grip my throat...
Tasteful,
they are...
I was standing and a lot of people around me
Suddenly, they were gone...
There is a story,
One that must be told...
An amount of uncanny elusiveness,
just a particle that once contained nudity...
Tranquil darts dance within eye lids of color,
Licking blue veins which caress burning pupils...
The tree and me ( version 2 )
Red blood leaves encircle me...
Tunneling deeper into a dark hole,
Where razors tease...
The pitchers that i see,
There on the wall for you...