The scars are fading
After four months they are almost gone...

“Carter,” her voice breaks through my sleep.
“Hmmm? You need something baby?” My voice is...

First I smell that horrid clone that you always...
so thick that I could taste it in my mouth...

She stands with many others
On the canyon of empty loneliness...

I can feel the wight
In your breath...

The “gothic” girl you sit next to in math
Has old scars running up and down her left arm...

Standing here in this room
Of a thousand people...

You ask if I still love you
“Yes, more than death, you should already know...

Sometimes my world goes dark
But only for a moment...

A blow to the back for the spot I left on a bowl-
It's what I deserve...

Let’s start this with some counting
One, two, Three...

I broke the promise
I made a mistake...