There are ancient pains
that have...

Why do I have such a rapaciousness for souls that...
Why do I drink heavily on drafts of decimation and...

Full stops and run on sentences
choke...

Somewhere amidst an
acrimonious tempest...

She is a frosty breath of air
on a crisp winter...

Your caesious eyes
have more...

Knowledge is a
prison...

Your name still picks holes
between my ribs...

Sometimes sunsets are
synonymous...

This morning's cigarette
burnt slow against...

Champagne supernovae
dance fleetingly...

You said that your door would
always be open...