Perhaps I was not created for this world?
My soul is jaded with ire...
Green grass surrounds me with walls covered...
Walls with no life or soul yet still with...
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water...
Spilled languid, and dark. Her smile is so dear...
A dark heart so cured of disease, but looks for...
The God Of Rain watches from a cloud
Hearing children's laughter from the crowd...
I still feel,
The icy lines...
I pick the scab my mind has grown
To find the words I need...
Night rises. Soon She will come again.
Every day brings hope each night will ban...
After she drank his bitter wine of selfish...
At times, she could act with chicane. She had many...
Twisted markings etch the bindings
of a leather notebook, laced in red...
Seconds to meltdown and no one seems to
notice unstable, volatile, combustible me...
There was a cabin I dare not go
Far into the woods, where little light showed...