Wasted
Are the lives of the innocent through...

Your hands would always shelter me, and
hold me close to you. Your eyes would...

I stumbled upon the stage of trepidation-
falling-tripping; fumbling my...

A natural recital is
composed between two...

Image exposed.
History disclosed...

A storm arrives-
lightening flashes...

If only-
you could really see...

A Raven-ous croaking;
echoes of haunted...

Once again-
I break the...

Crazy
Habitual images...

Our bodies...

Curiosity niggled my
immature thoughts...