***Again, I hope you like the new style I believe...
Hardwired to conceive...

***So, I'm back. Well, my poems are at least. I'm...
This is a sick joke...

You were hanging up high,
taking mouthfuls of silly grass...

Six hearts with thorns,
my passionate collage of red...

Tipping, and sipping,
goblets of cyanide (an agonizing ride...

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

Mourning on a twisted flower,
the fountain of youth tastes so sour...

Voice anonymous and unheard,
tongues twisted and slurred...

Tomorrow tickles the edge of my veins,
occupied by pills to take away the pains...

***This site needs a few more categories of...
It's blurring out of sight...

In the summer shades of grief,
layed to rest like a fallen leaf...

***I've been listening to "Heart Shaped...
And a serrating winter storm...