Pieces of my soul,
Scattered on this sheet...

Ubiquitous thoughts
So inescapable...

Even if I could
And I can...

Three blind mice
Make you look twice...

Singed by life on so many fronts,
There is no turning back...

My soul, to you, looks whole,
Though you cannot see...

Brick by Brick
My walls rise...

I can't get on that thing,
There's no good that can come...

To fall asleep with wistful dreams of the world,
Drowning in the artificial fog of the deepest...

Weak of mind
Faint of heart...

She hates herself today
More than yesterday...

Limbs of a dismembered poet
Buried between pages of life...