I could write you a sonnet,
Or maybe a rhyme...
Make it go away.
Let the hunger slowly die...
Her face is powdered white,
her lips are lined in red...
The day is at an end,
The sun is hammering.... the ground...
Even Fools Could Be Kings
Stupidity rules this world...
In the darkness of her soul
There grows a little bird...
Blood in her mouth
Sweat in her eyes...
I can't think, I can't write, I can't sleep,
I have seen too much, I can't see anymore...
Silence speaks to me so loudly;
surge of emotions enveloping my soul...
It has wings and no eyes to see
yet it flies blindly like it has no fear itself...
People who hate me.
Are people who want to be me...
Mother?
Hey i had this dream last night...