Smile pet, your Master loves you.
How could he not...

Suicide thoughts are
swimming in my head...

A kiss on the lips
a sweet gentle sigh...

I hear those sweet words you say,
dripping with sugar coated promises...

He's more than a teacher
he's more than a friend...

~this poem is dedicated to a girl i thought was my...
the blanket of snow...

An explosion of emotion
A dark storm rolling in...

Blood is the essence of life, without it all...
so i feed upon it...

She dreams of times long past
wondering what went wrong...

I smile and excuse myself
then make my way alone...

The blood drips
slowly to the floor...

They say your eyes are the window to the soul
wrong...