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

Good eye sniper;
penetrate...

Thy heart is the night,
so emblazon me with shades of black...

In grey mists I see,
a V of black swans...

Performing in symphonies of mutilation,
fingertips of sunlight murmured salvation...

***Written for Singthesorrow's poetry contest, but...
He was the moon...

The stars reflected from the dirty fingernails,
as one drags his feet across the tundra...

I once took a snake,
and drowned it in a flower...

***Like Hell if know what this poem is about. Life...
He walks, fossilized...

Heart of the dummy,
believer...

Your passion,
this living without a fashion...

Ruins of an old folks home,
ancient devils locked away...