Evil* feasts on human flesh,
caressing at the skin.
It finds the spots where you are weak,
and buries itself within.
It takes apart the sensory
nerves and feelings too.
It eats away your memory
until it becomes part of you.
Evil finds itself inside
people just like you.
It makes its home inside of people
pretty to the view.
It sits inside and waits until
it seeks someone new.
Evil thought you were pretty too,
until it saw the inside of you.

revolving doors
that lead to hotel floors
drunken nights
and forgotten flights

Surrounded is a place where figments and imagination thrive.

Beyond the plastic walls is a place so dark and treacherous that true love doesn't exist.

Acrylic painted dolls sit and watch nightmares come to die, and dreams become corrupt.

The dollhouse is a place of naive joy and agony.

Rearranged piece by piece, changed and altered from the outside,
but the structure always remains the same.

Sweet symphonic shades of blue
sweeping down the avenues.

Harsh melodic tones of red
running ramped in my head.

Green Lilly's floating in the pond
all of which the frogs are too fond.

White rabbits jump between the trees,
along side birds and bees.

Orchadia sits upon a swing singing
canorous tunes of spring.