My ribs do not protrude to stab you,
yet with every step on the scale...
My thoughts become;
Acid upon a window pane...
I've twisted elements
to match the sparkle...
A soiled placard blows
across a nuclear wasteland...
I.
Two women leaning their...
Phantom whispers creep along walls,
Thoughts too disturbed to please ears...
What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain...
Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
Under every dark, hidden corner -
there is a soul buried within mossy tears...
A lighted candle shadowed the steps
As desire took the night away...
I set myself
upon myself...
This would be the longest night I guess?
Or better state, my longest sleep...