Hell exists, though you don't see
it in a book or on tv...
I like drinking types of coffee
some that even taste like toffee...
Waterfalls gushing
sounds relaxing, except when...
Early morning sighs
of a cricket's mating...
Place me,
a stone nymph...
The wolf has run away today,
His paws have gone in all but snow...
Twinkle twinkle little star
Countless mysteries hidden so far...
So small and innocent, or so they seem,
Their playful eyes always gleam...
Manipulating madness
stroke of midnight then...
Bleeding,
rage and insecurity...
Charcoal smudges the edges
of my marble white paper...
Saying sorry can sometimes be tough
People don\'t say sorry quite enough...