This letter had been penned
With ink that dripped from...
Incubator, mother's breast.
dressing up box, old string vest...
She adorns a gentle swagger,
as her hips dance under a moonlit...
I paint on this canvas,
A story in red...
The good soldier scanned the hillside with gun...
ready to end the disappointing...
The eye of Ra reveals the path soon to be taken...
As if vainly, I repeat the query 'who will...
My dark world
where i see not with my eyes...
Autograph the gravestone that replaces my heart,
for you have killed my insides. Chisel your last...
He lost his
Shelia, upon a crisp...
If the nights were as dark
as the thoughts that linger...
Windows stalk my withered soul,
forcing me to look at a future...
There's a mess in my head
That I'm slowly fighting to change...