Moments from my past
Flicker before my eyes...

Torn between worlds
Of the real and the unknown...

Red drops trickle
Onto your bed...

(This is pretty crappy...so please dont bother...
Tired and exhausted...

Your love is vile
Nasty, hell-stray...

So many poems written
So many gifts given...

Distant memories fade into the darkness of today
Where warped smirks work, and wicked minds play...

Silent Waves, Silent stream
Weary life, drowned in eccentric water...

The way you sound when you are talking to me,
Those brief pauses to say I love You...

I always knew that
Life was twisted for me...

I was born to mirror a kin
Of pretentious sophists and sort...

She sat on those steps
And stared into space...