Plucked violently,
such as strings...
Forever breathless,
without resuscitation...
Beaten, bloodied, and bruised, we are your...
You see not faces, but mirrors of own defects...
I've lit it a thousand times
yet your candle still couldn't dance...
She spews insanity,
fragmented words...
You can keep trying on and on,
but your misery just won't help...
Words are throbbing with
an incurable headache...
Swirling prettiness
an angel without her wings...
Caught inside the secret hopes
of a head banger fantasy, I was...
You sinner!
Hells dinner...
You are these statistics I'm trying
to formulate, but no calculator or histogram...
Another leaf fell upon a Spring dawn,
Nesting silently, she rests and smiles...