Before you decide
whether you are infected...
The guilt,
For being alive...
When I least expect
Inspirations come...
Once I’m dead and no longer writing balderdash
Please, bathe me in plaster...
you’ve been working on me
ever since I can remember...
Just because I don’t respond
doesn’t mean I didn’t hear...
The calmness here is eerie,
the silence that cuts like a knife...
Darkness ascends once again
You were the beacon of my life...
Came into my life
Showed me more loneliness...
If i died
who would cry...
No one is to blame,
And no one did me wrong...
Many words written of death...