The ancient oak tree was ablaze. He loved the tree more than me.
Haiku #121
How to raise the dead To dance among gravestones Devil gets his due
Soul Deep
Sticks and stones May break my bones
Still
The chill creeps in Even though I've locked
Rage Caged
feeling trapped like a caged animal
Lost Cause
She ran Faster than she ever had before
Revenge Ends in Two Graves
It's time To break out
Define Understanding
We speak of evil In terms so much grander
Inner Thoughts
I hate this I hate,
Slaughterhouse
The cries of battle Sound alarmingly similar
Fragment of a Figment 