Loveless Wraith is a self-published writer who writes pomes. When he isn't doing this, he enjoys playing in a heavy metal band and collecting Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. 7 followers / 170 words
As I walk the dog I think of you He stops and sniffs And scratches the breast of our Mother Earth As he hunkers over, my heart hunkers down And I think of what was.
Spiral, brown, a roundworm reaches for the sun This is my heart now You b*tch.