"There's nothing wrong with me, there's...
I raped the child Jesus, as he lay in bed...

Oh lips, sweet and gently quivering
Cease your heart pained shivering...

Live on concrete
of people passing by...

Inhale the smoke,
sweet and white...

Lonesome are the flames burning bright,
Of serpentine ladies in nameless graves...

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

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

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

Woes and fragrant rose,
miseries unsung even from...

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

I was close to coming
when she bid adieu...

***I wander ... empty, and alone. And she...
The rat...