Consumed by
hatred, jealousy...

He was a beautiful boy,
so young and vibrant...

Inspired by the poem "After The Attack&quot...
Mom and Dad don't look both ways...

Beauty lives here, expanding in all corners,
Luring weary travelers to the sleek hotels and...

I write because I don't want to read
I sleep because I don't want to wake up...

Come with me and play in the fire
Let's sin together and forever retire...

It won't stop coursing through my veins,
the venom that will result in my overdose...

My heart is searching for its purpose
I try to force my eyes, but His will hides under...

Jumping for "joy" will never be...
And only knowing about Him won't get you where you...

Sitting for hours turns into an instance
The monotony morphs into longing for independence...

Place: Chicago
Time: 1923. Midnight...

As I sip the same cup of coffee I've had since...
I dream of the clouds departing soon...