Emotions are not exclusive from
violent bursts of negative energy...
Reconstruct the strands of vigilant time
and cull the pixaleted history...
It's really cold in here
The place is pitch black...
The terror of a drug addict is seen in his...
His face that is sunken, can't hold up a disguise...
I can hear them screaming
just gnawing at my existence...
Open my mind to the words
That I have chosen not to hear...
Bare with me, this is my FIRST non-rhyming poem...
In the back of the room, on top of a shelf, sits a...
Take them out, just one by one, and each will tell...
If I brought you to this place...you wouldn't last...
This place is no dream vacation...its some place...
How your legacy relates to me,
Many people will never see...
2, 1, 0, Nobody is the hero,
3, 2, 1, All done...
Many sleepless nights ago
I dreamt of a cabin covered in snow...