It wasn't the depth
of my confession...

Upon a silent goodbye,
your apology meant...

A skeletal figure lingers
in the doorway of my...

Lucid thoughts consume my sedation,
leaving me lonely within a barren tomb...

I came to you fully packaged,
filled with preservatives...

Scratches, nails to wood
upon the backs of dead...

Drifting thoughts
of velvety leaves...

Pages upon pages of spattered ink
my heart hears nothing, yet feels...

Exhausted outlines,
dipped in dying...

Eagle's spawn like
a nightingales last...

I'm becoming a conqueror of
humans who spew toxin within...

I fumbled through newspapers
like a scorned lover in a panic...