Celebrated one more day of being alive,
Sometimes counting the minutes of every night...

Each day the temperature drops a few degrees.
The sound of nothing echoes louder through virgin...

How often I've found myself writing out my...
Picking at little, little flowers collecting dust...

The marks on your hands are from the burning wax.
You can feel the rain hit your face but it won't...

I've longed for you to call me wicked.
Everyone loves a liar; to hate...

A day of repression failed and followed opposite.
Twelve hours of rejection, invisibility, neglect...

.....poem.
Is buried inside a pile of books in Canada or...

Anger is poison that I breed.
To me a liar and a killer are the same...

Could never learn to read the map of my mind...
I flew into the mouth of the river and drowned one...

Purple Shrine
I keep a shrine in my room...

I want to get lost among seas
Where the color is free to be real...