Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...

Without you
I am just a stranger...

A poetic hive without the bees of words,
The song that sings me out...

I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...

Life is an interlude
between two deaths...

Mama, I cannot defeat you.
I cannot even fight you...

Death is the length we
measure life, we learn to live...

One must see into
the others to become a...

You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...

The duets of lancing and laceration.
Flesh is tender...

I inhale you and exhale myself
I do love you and I do not...

~~The confession of a deranged reality to a man of...
Sometimes the nightmares are reality...