And this tragedy starts
with a shattered glass heart...

***A simple dedication to my first true love.***
And my lips wither like roses in winter...

*** There's something inside me that feels...
This heart was never alive...

I've touched the flame of chaos
in the hollow chest...

***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...

Flickering devil hair
attuned to silver white wings...

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

As a palm is outstretched,
yellowed and whispering of age...

Sunset,
precious; don't fret...

Through the mists
through the woods...

Here comes the poison, my
gently beating heart...