A cross stick
Sometimes the nights get too darkUnlit clouds glide through new mooned skyDespaired lonely heart weeps bloodDrops of salt choke the numb goodbye.Hold on then to the trembling strings of faithA…
A Lazy Acrostic
Mists morphing into imagesOf seamless illusionsNight morphing into morning'sAssisted breathingMetaphors morphing into silenceIn refusing to tolerateEvery bit of consciousness left untreated.
Empathy
My shadow lurks behind meOn a crooked plain I treadNailed prophet oozes bloodAccursed wounds refuse to healMy heart morphed into plastic toyIncessantly beats the shit out ofEvery vessel that leads…
And Rainbows
Morbid memory,Obscenely ordinary.Neurotic Nostalgia.Agitated aggression.Mindless mundaneness.I am the ruthless executionerEvery time you bleed purple.