All the wars that bloomed inside him,
The willingness to fight and survive,
Faded into nothingness,
When she faded into nothingness.

I am afraid for
what he would do if one day
he caught me crying

My blood has calcified.
I can't recall when, but you don't notice the saglines.
Until it's too late.
The pulse no longer pops at appropriate times.
You can't trace my bloodlines.
Somewhere along the way I was drip dried.
Out the eyes last I recall.
The pain, which I thought would never go away, has left me numb. And dumb. And broke. alone.
And it extends, in troubling ways, to those whose blood still beats and boils.

My blood has calcified.
I no longer feel alive.

I hear a melody in my head,
A song, and poem with an end.
The end is near as I command.
Left to be read by the living soon to be undead.
My poem,
Oh my song leads only to rotting flesh.
As my word are venom to your bread.
There no meaning just the ramblings of a mad person.
I am so mad, so tired, I sometimes seek death.
My heart shows no ache to the blind,
My voice shows no fear to the deaf,
My trust shows none to the shallow.
For my words are not a peace offering.
No, just the shovel.

The shovel for your grave.
Though I won’t dig,
But you will.
I did not undue you, but I began your undoing.

the brilliance of the darkness
served only to annunciate
the loudness of the passing silence

While the pervasiveness of the defeated idea
continues to occur in self-[a.s.s].embly lines
The nano utilizes a scope of micro to flesh out the macro

Simultaneous non-being
duly correlates to the emptiness of the tao’s ***-shaped,quantum hat
Possibility is endless, until you enlist knowledge as your retainer
The origin of all particular things is lost
through the knower being zenly slapped,

I just would have loved to help schroedinger's cat
pur.........
what a *****, he wouldn’t even open the box to check her.

Dear ∞ this is my letter to you while I let her be bound in quite comfortably in lazer-light leather.