Poised to confront
the improvised explosive device...

Between the hope and
betrayal lies the truth...

Night comes like a
black dog...

I will gather you-
through the uproar...

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god...

A soft, but me,
black moon...

You drape me, with wet kisses
O moon...

To you, I
send my silence...

Burning the pages
unread...

What happened? I would
ask the realness...

Amnesia.
I want to drink tonight...

Not knowing-
was a bliss, writing...