Winter,
the beast that drives me...

His voice
is a siren's song...

Two weeks ago
I started a poem...

My writings have held
crooked verses recently...

He extracts the lust from my bones
to paint, to convey, each reason why...

Your love eats away at me from the inside out,
and picks it's teeth clean using my ribs...

Fear is a cruel ruler
that we've opened our doors to willingly...

Your scent
is like a cigarette smoke film...

Once upon a time
our thrones sat side by side...

"I'm so tired of performing
in the pageantry of vanity...

Fingers mostly on the strength,
she is ripe for a big change...

Drive the thought in deeper, darling
my eyes'll be that caynon cliff...