Jeffrey likes to go around topless,
and uses his bed as a chair...

Another pretty face crashes onto the scene
promiscuously acquiring young boy adoration...

Another morning I awake defeated
beaten by my own inadequacies...

With lies transparent, and our skin bare
it becomes apparent, we are far beyond repair...

Around the corner and down the hall
there lies a personal paradise...

Dear lover
something you should have known...

Her room is filling with water
and she never learned to swim...

Raindrops explode on contact with the ground
they calm while canceling out surrounding sound...

Adore my ways
in this dream...

Like a mouse in a hole its where he should have...
but the craving in him had to make the connection...

A magical trinket found in a mischievous bazaar
the essence of tranquility collected in a jar...