Pages upon pages of spattered ink
my heart hears nothing, yet feels...
I shall grow very old,
within a mind shelter...
La Frileuse
Tilted, staring at destiny, the frame can not...
Outside, there's too much noise
and little room for hope...
I've plucked petals
in midst of tragedy...
This boat, father,
this boat is drowning slowly...
I befriended your demons once...in attempts to...
Slept with them, came face to face with dark eyes...
October 9, 2010
1:17am...
The poor souls,
not yet even lived to see...
If I died today
Would anyone care...
Caleb, I think that you should have stayed.
You thought nobody liked you...
She adorns a gentle swagger,
as her hips dance under a moonlit...