there is something so wonderful
about launching yourself...

It irks me to see, in a place of league,
the air-head receptionist looking brain-dead...

This mirror of mine is my dearest friend
yet her eyes haunt my soul eternally...

Remember how I spent nights,
weaving intricate rhymes on this site...

As a girl I used to sing along so mindlessly
to the words of the black eyed peas...

Rage
enflamed...

Close your eyes
Take one breath...

Rivers of blood
Sparkle down the streets...

Look at them!
Self righteous pricks rebuking shit...

Desire is that sense of need warped by longing
a frenzied feeding zone for predators...

Beautiful lady, draped in emerald green.
Your crystalline blue eyes and ruddy flesh...

Sheeple!
We hear your call, see your tears...