Ahoy ahoy, how does the whistle of the steamer...
Tu -Tut, Tu -Tut, the steamer blows while she goes...
Death
Experiment...
Her body once held beauty,
now lay there...
Lonely days, followed by long nights.
The darkness is consuming...
The flush starts quickly,
hotter than molten lava...
I didn't choose this face I wear; I didn't choose...
I didn't choose existence nor my sex nor to be...
Nothing
drips faster...
On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun...
Just sat on a rock, moss covered
not moving, be it eyes or tongue...
He explodes from blocks,
Leaving the field in his wake...
Waves of thoughts
Making momentous ripples...
In My Eyes
Daddy...