Burning fires,
burning lives...

The symphony of shadows,
midnight music I've composed...

So I took my own virginity,
placing burnt and blackened hands between my...

I took ... her virginity, as though it was not...
but not with a soul that desired women...

Thine heart was a dove,
more white than the cold winter snow...

Guileless fingers, etching prayers on my face,
blotting out sunlight with whispers of grace...

Chime with a bell of death,
a lullaby beneath your shiver breath...

Through the mists
through the woods...

***Sometimes anger is so irrational, it makes as...
This MEDICATION; won't save me...

***Doctors can't diagnose poetry.***
Sitting alone, with needles in the skin...

I was close to coming
when she bid adieu...

Every breath, remedied from Her lungs,
is a midsummer night's breeze...