Can you hear it, dear reader?
This unknown sound...

What we destroy, and what angels pretend
There is a fine line, between a occurrence and a...

Long and dark December Street
Snow borderlines the path...

I hate nights like these
The ones that don't end...

Too tired to write
Too dead to feel like this...

Take a deep breathe
Breathe. Jesse. Breathe...

Welcome to the set
You're the lead in this play...

And we'll start poems mid stanza
We'll play musical chairs...

I don't believe that anyone
Can say something to make me know...

Tell me what you think
Do you want me to care...

Mortal wounds are of flesh
Divine wounds are of the heart...

Dear reader
Can you feel it...