my mother didn't raise no quitter
cupid has one less arrow in his quiver
but every weekend you float the river
and sell your liver to the highest bidder

Calm .....

Like a Dead Sea shell
Like a flowing wave
Disturbed by a pebble
In a stood memory ~
You will find me there
In the last glimpse of eternity

Let it be,
A thought...
As Half sunken
Half neglected
Mere pieces of me you are,
Scattered upon the floor
Like a broken glass

Those infinite pains
GaZing upon conflicted thoughts
As I see from no where they came
Moon may hide!
Sun may stop giving shadow
As I followed you in dream
In the empty shelves of my heart
I kept, Moon to the left
And sun to the right
But how can i see beauty?
While the moon fades
And Sun drowns!
I may fall too
To what you said
But when I woke!
The dream was gone

The undead surge endlessly.
Drained and muddied will.
Holding them back with everything left.
Delightful blood they've come to spill.

Barracading the doors - only surrounds.
Moans and groans dauntingly loud.
Sleepless nights hoping they don't breach.
The scariest thing is how they sound.

We thought they weren't real.
Just comic book stories.
But when they came knocking.
The first to go was four-eyes.

All the horror movies.
Won't leave you prepared.
To face to undead horde.
Brains aren't meant to be shared.

Curiouser
And
Curiouser
I follow you
down
  down
    down
      Into the most
       Odd little world of
         Madness and magic
           Jubjub and Jabberwocky
              Red-painted white roses;
                 Such a beautiful adventure
                      I have only dreamt about.
                    Still I'm bothered by how,
                   Even in a place like this,
               You only think of the time.
            My dearest white rabbit,
         I would truly hate to see
     All of Wonderland
  go and
pass
you
by.

my hands have been red since the moment you left.

there is blood under my fingernails,
staining once-clean skin,
tainting my every word.

there is blood under my fingernails
and if i squint their half-moons
might maybe once upon a time
look like your always half smile.
(now i know why you could never
give me a whole.)

there is blood under my fingernails
and i do not plan to clean it.
maybe i want strangers to know
just what i am willing to do.

there is blood under my fingernails
and when they find me here,
staring at your corpse and
echoing my silent screams,
there will still be blood
where i cannot reach.

your blood is under my fingernails.
i'll come for you in the afterlife
and rip you apart again.