I was a feeder of souls
Living with trolls...
Life is a furnace of memories,
as each day passes by...
When stars fall like rain
like liquid drops of fluorescent moisture...
Corridor's of light
flickered...
Right now, in this moment.....I feel nothing but...
Why does this have to hit me now? Why do I have to...
It started as a vivacious blue flicker
dancing on the tip of a match...
I've died many times
within poetry...
Close your eyes
Take one breath...
Master of the sub-conscious,
enchanting parasite...
I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...
Warning: this poem consist of gruesome content...
Cool day with a summer breeze...
Unwritten death
The thin line slowly forms beads of red...