Is it my past, or is it a dream?
I can not remember, or so it would seem...

Assasins of the sea, elegant, powerful, azure...
swiftly guiding, floating in the sea that they...

I was inspired to write this poem after watching a...
Christopher England was a boy, just nine years of...

Bodies rotten, the dead forgotten.
Tortured souls, missing holes...

All the time we spent together,
All the time we said it would be forever...

My blood runs black, my hands are stained red,
my joie de vivre is finally dead...

My angel sent to me from up above,
My beautiful angel she has nothing but love...

When I collapse under the weight of the world...
you are the light at the end of the tunnel that I...

Perhaps it is my nemesis for loving in excess,
Possibly it is my retribution because my feelings...

Am I the only thing not man made?
Or for whose love has not been paid...

A velvet blanket, scattered with twinkling gems,
From my obsessive love fear stems...

Just another self-pitying poem :)
Lurking in the pit of my stomach, hatred slowly...