Always imprisoned in a scare.
Reading into what's not there...

This suicidal aviation
has taken all my concentration...

Empty whispers
Hollow voices...

I look in the mirror and there are three,
the evil, the weak, and then there is me...

Your face and personality have stained my heart.
It won't be the same again for you are a part...

This future we're writing
is so incredibly exciting...

You want me to abandon you just like the rest
and to simply leave you because you are depressed...

The minutes slip on by
In the wake of the day...

RICTAMETER
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st...

In your camera, the film remains.
I noticed it was black and white...

I tried to break this poem up into little sections...

Take my body to mount on the wall.
You already killed me, so take pride...