Hes not empty
Theres coal inside...

The moon beams a dusty spotlight
to where my rotting corpse lays...

Life, it is within him
But death is all around...

Throughout her lifetime
Misery has remained...

Every once in a while,
I smile, when...

This poem was written to make those who have...
An empty canvas; Ill paint it red, with...

If you were to wake tomorrow,
And the sky's been burned to black...

Mascara weeps a charred tear,
There must be a better place...

I'm walking.
but my feet are glued to the ground...

It's always so saddening; when somebody dies.
To soar unseen across silky skies...

Poppies lay where once i fought
and lost many a friend and foe...

I've never been truly happy,
Like a child ought to be...