Can you see through my insane
I can't relax
And so I've chosen to be hyper
I can't be comfortable
So I burn comfort

The bellow is a random personal explanation of what I typically write.
Less than poetry, this might be more told than expressed with metaphor or symbolism.  My writing is in some ways an extension of myself, I would however love to believe that that's where any parallels could be drawn between my art and others because, at a level, I'm attempting to create something innovative yet ugly.  I should mention also, that often there is philosophical depth in many (and if not many than at least a few) of my pieces which if absent completely, is replaced with an abstract idea of beauty fighting with ugliness or ugliness fighting with beauty.