Under the trees in our hammock we used to sit.
Holding hands, it wasn't always about touching...

Evil.
It's such a plain word...

It's all too familiar.
Little pieces out of order...

There is a place across my field.
A place where I go to clear my senses...

I watch you out the window.
Beautiful Boy...

Mix ginger ail and morphine.
The pills are comforting in my hand...

I lean against you and whisper this.
Tears and pain in my single kiss...

Wilt away in sour wine.
Build life without a line...

The door slowly opens but no one's there.
My ghostly brother plays jokes to scare...

Out on the street the vampire walked.
The woman saw and fallowed...

As I watch all these teenagers gather to school...
Girls crying over guys they claimed to love, but...