Our pristine eyes lock with dementia
outside the state of sanity, who had once...

The blessed mother nature has been
holding us in long dead limbs...

(another poem that sounds the same as another that...
One dead bird after another...

(The days rush past me
Cars...

Closed eyes running for cover
a hail of bullets reigning down...

Encased in glass
for the world to see...

Enclosed in the looking glass are we humans,
Constantly searching for something long gone...

Written at 1:20 AM
The wind is calling me, beckoning with...

Eyelids slipping down
my eyes are clouded...

My head drops
the lights go out...

(I couldn't think of a title duh)
The frail essence of sanity touches my veins...

The actors, the stage
pure enmity rising from...