Why do I have such a rapaciousness for souls that...
Why do I drink heavily on drafts of decimation and...
A walk besides the lake beneath the stars
while holding hands and looking at your eyes...
Strength,
handcrafted...
I don't want to do anything.
I don't have the energy...
I listen to the chords,
The sound tantalises my brain...
I go to church & feel so guilty, I don't...
The soo many friends I grew up w/ now say I'm a...
Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...
Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...
They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...
Just as he screams
“the clouds are here...
The nature of time:
One day we all are going...
I cram bits of the loneliness in letters—I...
stamp them, get dressed in a nice outfit, and make...