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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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