I go down to the office
sacred i was in trubble...
Lonely and Perfect
Lonely are wolves without a pack...
"Hello Mr. Scissors and
Ms. Razor Blade." I see you...
Sitting at the dinner table, they ask you about...
You start complaining on and on how nothing goes...
I gave you my wrists and the knife
and now I wait for you...
This poem was written to make those who have...
An empty canvas; Ill paint it red, with...