In the summer shades of grief,
layed to rest like a fallen leaf...

Heart of the dummy,
believer...

*Written as more of a song. But it works as a...
No skin...

***Again, I hope you like the new style I believe...
Hardwired to conceive...

It walks among the dead,
a faded image to homeless men...

Sundown flares in fragmented smiles,
masterpieces broken, though not unspoken...

You were hanging up high,
taking mouthfuls of silly grass...

Six hearts with thorns,
my passionate collage of red...

I went to see her dance one day,
In the fluorescent flower fields of May...

From maidens fair,
and hissing serpent hair...

Dead before the ship even sank,
tied up and bound before I even walked the plank...

***So, I'm back. Well, my poems are at least. I'm...
This is a sick joke...