I feel strange today
The killings beckon the 
Creature
Premature laughs

Unknown ideas
Lost
Blood stains your clothes
It won't come off

Desert of wellness
Forgotten
Knives dullen
Colors sullen

Moist are your lips

Feeling Strange

Within me – there is mystery
Inside me – there is history
My soul – the enigma
Of me. But the clouds of dullen gray
That hide my self away
Shield my sorrow and stigma

Twas good when I would let
My spirit pirouette
With the miraculous unknown
But now my passion is stilted
And my heart is tainted
By all that it has known