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

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

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

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

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

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

Greetings, to the dark heart light,
gazing through a fractured glass window...

***Before reading this poem, I would like to...
Come out of the rain, I say...

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

Dead before the ship even sank,
tied up and bound before I even walked the plank...

Good eye sniper;
penetrate...

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