I bet you know Cory
from sole to crown - like the
                
                                 Bullet

I hope you know Asterion
from a broken vow - like the
                                  
                                 Labyrinth

I wish you know Emily -
like the
                                 Rose

Far from what you see,
More than what you know,

Darker than the ink -

From where untold stories go.

I'm leaning on the curtain -
back against the wall. It's 5:33pm
And my ink is about to
                                   fall

I know I breathe the same
air. Walk the same
                                   road

I know I drink the same
water. Or sit on the
                                   bowl

I know I'm not good in expressing
my thoughts. Or even making others
Feel...

Like how agony writers
Die like a spinning wheel.

October 7, 2014

I swam in my own flesh - a gray
blood with no caress. I live and then
I die - a moment of sigh...

From then things started to
sway. Binding strokes together - breathe
A short time.

Now - I can bend and dance
And play. I can live a life and be gay

But now that I can think
My ink half full - just lost its grip

Canst I prithee a mere carpe diem?
A taste of nary for a fere's mien
And there thou art - cometh from Eros's hem
Love is a touch and not yet a touch then

For I beseech thy f'lood - flesh and the blood
And not the dearth in the midst of the earth
For I demand these arousals to flood
Like stream of ditty from a lovers' birth

But then should I bequeath hide this desire
A devil or angel - lurking inside
Fathom is to perceive, love is not ire
Still is to stay for love hath to abide

And if a time - eternity shall fall
I'll kiss the day and die when the night crawl.