*This poem is to all my friends, Layla, Hannah and...
Has there ever been a window...

When you open that door,
And I’m sure one day you shall...

I use a blade to scratch an itch,
An itch that I simply cannot reach...

Got the devil on my back,
And copper on my finger...

The past of man, forgotten a tale
All the hands, deprived and pale...

*This poem is by Ashley houck and me...
I open up your letter...

Nothing has been said to me,
No scene in my head had past or come to...

In a night-time tale – a stable story of...
A little girl hides within those pages...

Dusk and dawn, in two same times,
On one side of the room darkness, choice of sleep...

Grateful that that small light never pasted,
In a jar its now faded and never will last...

If in my hand I held it,
But nothing was ever there...

I’m holding your hand and taking at look at...
In black and white. I got my hands tied up and...