Morning blurs with complicated swirls;
of muddy nausea sparkled in bright memory...

My life, a moment, the eyes,
i give you my life, for that...

In your box; i swim my thoughts,
consume our contorts...

Delicate little flower,
With a tiny revolting caterpillar...

A piece,
battered dissaray...

This darkness is milder than the last -
faint sweet breathes drifting by my side...

Persist dear lover; drag the blood through the...
punch and kick; scream - he'll forever lay in his...

This writing ease is of little consequence,
quick scrawls and misfired words of penance...

A little rose sits on a cliff edge
while the storms surrounds the feeble beauty...

Time has displayed the worst of virtues,
hope is now hostility...

Scrape, push, deeper.
severing one by one, each connection...

Quietly she sits.
Gazing eyes resting...