A poet suffers for his part;
In penning that which stains his heart...
Cries of 'WHY' across the land
Devastation caused by a devils hand...
I'm driving off this cliff
because I've already...
Even though blindfolded to that
it is only ourselves...
Death is what my hands are searching in my...
Death is a floating object...
she looks down at you and frowns
"continue to honor my crystal crown...
Beside these forlorn shades,
there are no realities to my existence...
stitched face glitched faith
screaming felcher anthems...
The road blurred in the storm
when we drove home last December...
I am happening
as I look at my watch...
Space is as the result of our disunion
the scatter of our holy communion...
As she wrapped her
arms around my waist...