Rusted gates, and jagged glass,
The grand hall of my heart...

By day
It hides...

I should be in bed,
Its awfully late...

Hazy nights, fire warmed
Rain is tapping on the window...

I hurt
Whats left to say...

Sometimes at night
She thinks of him...

History essay
Miss, will this do...

White tongues lick
With flaming thought...

I have this feather
But do I...

I miss dragons
And burnt marshmallow...

I spit up Angina,
I smile the plague...

I miss being missed/ miss kisses/ miss misses
and mister/ words on a page...