There is someone else that sees through my eyes
Someone to hold my hand when I'm lost...

What if it was bloodstained hands that created...
A stained glass image illuminated by a malformed...

A poisoned fog they prayed for
Comes rolling from the lake...

Mourning the death of spiders
In a mausoleum made of maggots...

"Who are you" speaks the king
"I am death and but a small little thing...

Bobbing past bubbles
In the warm I’m a happy rubber duck...

Tick Tock Tick Tock
152 Words and counting...

Pieces of my mind float down around me
I see myself in the shadow of where I’ve been...

If I were an ocelot
I'd spend my days catching flies...

From this hillside
Covered in carnivorous roses...

Disconcerting conversations
The Gypsy works his disabled tongue...

Thoughts of you keep me awake
My smile I give you is plastic and fake...