Cat And Mouse I’m Food, It’s Rude

Eyes bleeding naked from a kiss, this sting of pain your wrath! restrains, the hummingbird sings. When you pealed the flesh from my wounds, deciding my doom! the delicate bouquet you've placed on my tome. In your chests beats the heart of a beast claws and fangs built for the feast, before cries that matters the lease. Your…Read more Cat And Mouse I’m Food, It’s Rude

Not Your Problem! You Say!

This will be a cautionary tale that I will endeavor to dispelled, accuracy! cause and effect, the psychosis from childhood neglect. This race for such a random rationale for reason I can't compile, difficulty wouldn't be, determining disturbance in what degree, the details! of a living hell. Ideas influenced by investigation's participation, the quality in those queries are…Read more Not Your Problem! You Say!

I Must Seek!

I'm seeking the unity in harmony, the dew droplets clinging to the twigs in the twilight of morning. Needing your warmth and tenderness such innocence! the smile on an infant child's face, only knowing God's grace. But in the shadows of my pain I will pay the cost, the gale-force winds capsizing the fishing trawler…Read more I Must Seek!

Prison Pain And The Insane

Tasting the better sweet fruits of fools crying over the gravity of life's pain, naively self-inflicted while seeking the riches in the forbidden gains, Reality becomes the task masters whip! that snap! before the crack! hell there's no way back. Drowning in the cesspool of this pity party order by thy own hand, surely the…Read more Prison Pain And The Insane

Can You Spare Dollare

Let talk about money, it seems to be the subject of mankind we need it, make it, steal it, waste it, chase it, all of the time. Some sell their soul solid gold, the killers blood turning cold the payments for your unspeakable sins, that sickness within. Our mothers wifes and daughters, are trading the…Read more Can You Spare Dollare

The Seeds Of Contempt

Are you willing! oh callously cunning seeking to beseech this weary heart of mine. What I see, the wrath in your mockery brazenly bitter mask hiding reality, hypocrisy! That egotistical aristocratic demeanor lacking humanity losing ability, to be a dreamer. Blatantly boastful extracting tears from my eyes cruelly corrupt ensures you'll be along when you…Read more The Seeds Of Contempt