

Series: The Loss PoemBlue-black, Fringes of what was there. Empty, the words... I cant hear them. Gone? Gone? Where did they go? I have something to show them. Away? Away? Can I go with them? I have something to ask them. Kind sir, pray tell... Who is that lady sleeping in that bed? Is that me? Is that she? Does she exist? Has she existed before? I remember her, But thats the only proof that shes real. Everyone else is certain: Im looking for whats not there. Death has painted her lifeless, But this is her, I know it! &nbSeries: The Loss Poem


Series: The Death PoemIntensified, Every vein in my body waiting for air. For release, for comfort by God... The one with razor and a sick, Musky laugh --- Tastes of tobacco and suppression. Am I his releasing medium? Darkness offers no answers, Organs fail to tell. I hear him breathing, can feel him In every bruise. Where is my voice? My head is back, Neck in pain, bitter tension. A hand! His tempered flesh... Are those fingernails sketching on me? I feel cold; that which has seen death before, That which has given it. A valley crawls into my skin, along the jaw.Series: The Death Poem


Untitled SongSinged rays of light! Burn and inflame what we've come to hold! Desperate cries for forgiveness, Trap yourself in our scratchy throats! Visions of endless comedic tragedy! Infest them with what we have to show...Untitled Song
Watch them, watch us, Versed monsters of the past. Surrender to your hatred, Before we become one of the wilted!
This pain, This pain, This pain, No more!
This feeling, This feeling, I can't stand it anymore!
This constant vexation, Too much exertion, Breaks the strings of the marionette,  
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