I can feel myself breathing
and i am not sure i like it...

I know you felt it:
the sensation of...

Where did the days go
when fifth grade boys...

You always waited for
the wonderous calamities...

The minute hand snapped -
pressure built under a magnifying glass...

I want to harvest all your misery
In a tiny glass bottle...

Children abuse
The remedies...

Death was just another
Piece of entertainment...

My Mess to Sobriety:
Oxygen delivered in milligrams. Poison courses...

A picture
Portrays such serenity...

Killed, perhaps, my experiences
Not stored away, but...

Silence.
Incognito? No...