I wore a vacant expression-
Under the stairs...

I was raised within an old school,
never made to feel like a fool...

She drowned in sorrow
as snow caps fell from...

Consumed within a lost generation
of fear and emptiness, I've reached...

He crossed over into the depths of darkness,
kissing the moon softly before murder took...

I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...

My nature's salad
Is sweet Johnny Smith's...

Feeling abandoned, where the sun never shines
allows you to cast away demons...

I grit these teeth of mine,
often reciting respectful...

Two feathers,
falling softly upon a midnight...

She whispers tears
within her lines...

Twisted memories
abandoned under a vioduct...