I rose to
the setting sun,
dove into
an indigo sea,
and let the ink
wash me clean*.

Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles castanets

Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass

Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could
~~~

Poet of the call-girl storm

She left a note on the bedroom door.
“If I’m out, bring me to.”
~~~

I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I’ll still take you then
But I’m your friend

Why are my words cruel and unattractive?

Will I never write words of inspiration?

My words relfect me.

So why is it you don't think I'm ugly at the very least?

Shall I never shine?

Will my rhymes be anything more then awful times?

I seek a slick tongue which spread happiness and expresse love.

Nobody enjoys my rants.

They aren't written for that...

So whats the use of pain written on cue?

I'm but a waste, like my words and all the hate.

Will I ever rise from below?

Will I ever be able to let sweet words flow?

I don't know who I am any more.

With this creativity darkness is sure.

What comes with pure happiness is definitely unsure.

Bury this pen.

Bury me alive...

I'm not even worth this moment in time.

I'm corrupted by my past.

The only thing I have are words written with blood and a broken cast.

And depressing words vast.

And arranging hate in words vast.

don't kid your heart, no
don't you **** your heart beat lover

when you look at me, oh
i run to the sky looking for cover

i saw it in your eyes that once
for months that feeling of ******
i'd eat all your lies for lunch
but now i'm filled with your thunder



and until it is over, it's not over
that's not so hard to grasp
flickering thoughts keep me numb
and i don't know what i become
when i become like that


an ocean running in my veins
all the animals look so sad
gave them all the colours but you
i'm falling in love with my black

even though we'll fall in love again
the same but never have it back

and don't you ever leave my brain
i'll never stop wanting to be mad