I walked by the mantle
above it a mirror...

The room is dark
it has a musky smell...

She danced in beauty,
throughout the night...

*this is a very explicit poem about murder so if...
KYLE she screamed out...

The darkness has rolled up again
imprisoning me with invisible bars...

What would I do if I seen
you walking down the street...

The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...

A few years went by and finally
a buyer...

She ran her slender fingers
against the wall, feeling the moisture...

An apostle of literature sleeps
eyes closed; dreaming of water ways...

My heart is black
burnt like coal...

We aide the rich,
yet not the poor...