We play games like children;
white lies and hiding half-eaten pies...

If i was to burn delicately against your lips,
squeeze you as those eyes meet mine...

The day he rung; that moment was pivotol,
the reason was complex but...

Burn children of a new world,
famine constant, of the greed...

This day i can remain,
blood hot and rising, hearts song...

Wishes seem pointless
under stars of angel eyes...

Words of poison you spread,
In mistake of love you tread like ants...

Eyes,
mirrors...

Whispers
Delicate wish...

Sick, thick smell; stifles sweet,
heaven sent scent, stained like nicotine finger...

If a plant misses,
spark towards...

A man who is a house is a mouse;
my cat keeps me warm...