ivories that are made of letters
grey skin, blackred hair, word babies
gigantic mirror, blackly glowing
psychedelic nature like 1968

apartment in the projects
hallways full of dust and spiders
uncle is smoking the daylight away
his walls covered with bulletholes

red and tired eyes, no smiling
uncle's wife killed in a car crash
dead goons are torturing him now
the memory of her dead body, stuck

past encounters like smoke in the air
red frost covers uncle's body, glaciers
a button to turn back time, fantasies
melting hours for god's sacrifices

i still remember how stupid i was when i was with you.

frozen in place, i
watched you sharpen the knife
that you used to tear me apart.
nothing could have made me move.

i thought that was love.
giving up pieces of yourself.

Suddenly recognized 
a day running in the morning

An enemy that I was raising
another myself

Why you are there
How long have you been there

You have tackled me
against my entire identity

You have denied 
what I was doing

Stop

You came from society
when I was young

By the words from
nearest people

I refused to accept you
But you have slid to my space

Shocked

It was me who was raising
in the place that calls
unconsciousness

Now I have found you
I **** you

With little will
Will I commit
A crime that
equals a **** Who has the  will to permit
**** ME
will me to die before  I am able to find my thrill
In this  life before
i **** **** ****.
do you have the will?

****** ME
Make Me See
Who I should be.
Who unsheaths me
For I ain't Free until The ****** Od life has
MADE ME

cravings as follows:
whiskey, cigarettes, and you.
how long will it take?

I saw her .
But she never told me .
I loved her .
She said the same thing .
My mother .
She was .
Made slave by someone ,
I loved to call dad .
One night with a knife ,
I saw her .
Perhaps that was the last of her .
That knife was used to **** her .
She didn't **** herself .
She didn't run for help .
Because she stood there for me .