****** sheets.
blood from where
we cut ourselves and bled.
and ******.
****, maybe it was love.
made love, yeah love--
in blood, sweat,
passionate *******.
I woke up with you next to me,
breathing deeply,
dreaming
wet dreams,
in sticky blood,
dried out love.
****,
I need a shower.
a ****** ******* shower,
to wash off this stain.
your so beautiful it hurts.

Will the time ever come again?
I've waited for you, for it, for what?
For love.
For fate.
For you.
Hold fast and send me some vibes.
Good, bad, whatever.
Truth.
Just truth.

do you see the castle in the
distance?
do you see it's dark
windows glowing with candlelight?
what mysteries it holds,
what would have it fall?
the castle dark,
the castle is glowing dark.
when the moat had water it was
still thriving, it's defenses
strong and wicked.
what has happened since then?
what has changed? 
i suspect bad management.
now it's just a shadow of what
it was before,
lost in eons,
lost in time,
lost.castle.

Some people do nice things to hear you say thank you.
I do nice things to do nice things.

i am the whirlwind within a storm.
violently going here and there,
to and fro,
i have no place.
comfort and rest i cannot find.
in this sea of chaos and misconception,
i have no form,
i gain no solidity--
only an insufferable longing
for symmetry amidst disorder.
i change direction often,
and if you get too close i ****
you up and spit you out,
leaving you empty and breathless.