Savage raging storm,
can you wash away the sins...

Numb to the ears,
my senses now...

Your brown eyes
sparkle like tiny stars...

Stormy Sea
bashing quay...

All manner of concoctions
In all sizes and shapes...

Potpourri Of A Tired Mind:
Obscured visions cast shadows...

Abyss:
I cannot laugh, I cannot cry...

He begins to chant the demonic verse.
Unaware of the Satanic curse...

Exchange of words
Brutal expression of thought...

Writing
Humble poetry...

She said she saw Sally sitting so still.
Sally said she saw stars so screeched a sharp...

In this life I have:
One body...