It came unannounced
the keystrokes betray...

Day1:
walking on the street head down...

I cannot create vultures that eat
flowers in a blood love Monday...

Love is like a fountain...
or a spring...

The moon red and the night green
someone said that vultures sing...

My love how long have you been crushing me...
how long have you been tearing me apart, like i...

I try to
slaughter me...

Brilliant I say, but on second thoughts, nay
I was hoping to keep my skeletons lock in my...

She, the drum
that keeps my heart beating...

What is inside sadness?
hopelessness, despair...

Dear child,
I wrote you before you were written...

Who i am is what i write
ink of black on paper white...