Ruins of an old folks home,
ancient devils locked away...

***It's now 6:31 in the morning. And...
Then throw in some mourning and longing, and...

***Simply put: To my Uncle Rob***
Painting the highways of teenage ache...

So my tongue,
dipped in the crimson of a stone heart...

In the phantom fields of the unseen,
bathing skinless in gasoline...

***It's now 3 minutes after 6 a.m. Just finished...
It's definitely not my best...just little...

***Luckily...I just caught the sunrise as I posted...
Mind you...this is not specifically about today's...

Delapidating prison,
needle thin incision...

Fingertip of cold steel,
so lifeless, just how I feel...

***I really, really did not have a better title...
So....the title's crap, but the poem might...

***Another hopeless romantic poem.
To, you...

"And I look for the resurrection of the dead...
As the skies that are my skin...