How clever you are to reveal your pitiable state.
I can use you…or would think I would like...

From a heated blight to a sinking soul...
One...Two...

Terror grips the heart of me
Your lips upon my neck...

My Everything...
Please, forget the confused tears...

See, you bitter wasteland of humanity! You have...
I cannot stop writing these depressing words...

**Okay, this one is not one of my best, but...

I cannot cry!
I cannot scream...

I used to hide away from pain
Cry away all of their disdain...

Dear Hypocritical Pastor of X-Church:
You do not know me. You do not know my lover. You...

Beckon all to come so swiftly,
I will see the sky...

My past is an open scar. It bleeds eternally and...
When will this sorrow end...

***This poem is dedicated to Heather, One of the...