The world has become too tough
That my mind says giving up...

Happy birthday brother,
It's the big double digits...

In a game of monopoly, where the vast majority
Are scheming, screaming, b! tching for perfection...

Cauldrons, witchcraft, a mummy unraveled
A desire in my eyes bigger than such delights...

So vivid, I gave the sun a good fight
His ego was most overpowering...

A skeletal wreck;
Crimson stained upon shattered white...

On her own as the wind blows
A melody in the breeze...

Admire omnipotence
Those not sitting on a fence...

Life is a bad dream
That will haunt you in your sleep...

As I lie on my bed,
Feeling the harsh wire dig into my skin...

I capture your brethren,
Their sadistic discharge...

I colour it black, oxymoronic tones;
Gothic, simplistic, ‘chic...