Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
The are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.

My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.

i am what my monsters see me as;
this bed swallowed my feet.
roars lap at my ears as seconds pass;
insomnia begins to take a seat.

my eyelids are midnight curtains,
that the killer entombs himself within.
Mister Reality behind illusory drapes, uncertain,
a  whimsical gust of wind is all needed for him.

i glued my sullen eyelids to a close,
hoping to escape this quaking ground;
let the sun fall like a petal from a rose,
hope reality will never be found.

avoidance, the path that my trembling feet find,
molded the monsters to shadows within my mind.