A beautiful girl
has a toxic mind;
she tries so hard
to keep in line.

Her thoughts are fire,
wild and treacherous.
They make her believe
that she made a mess of this.

Burned and scarred,
the black smoke passes.
Yet she’s still worried
about falling to ashes

from flaky bones
and charred skin,
but she’d rather burn
than let anyone in.                        
                                     ­                 November 5, 2014

I'm not dead yet, sugar.

I hope you aren't either.

There's a resentment that grows in me,
and I don't know when exactly
what day I became this bitter old man
stuck in the body of a **** young idiot.

I take my love wherever
it'll ******* come from now.
I yearn for anything.
Everything.
Death especially.

I don't wanna survive another winter.

Terrific artist
Responsible human
Enteractive play mate
Young character