Cut my heart out And feast upon it It's much kinder
Haiku #211
Soon I will be gone From here and this small town will Be in the rearview
Toxicity
Living in a world of gas mask terror Never thought I'd see the day Where we would fear
Come Play With Us
Puppets dangle from their strings Slumped, in disarray Waiting for the masters directions
Ghost of a Sound
There's a whisper on the wind And my head turns As though you have called my name But there is only the wind
Haunting the Senses
The smell of dying roses Lingers in the air Long after they're gone
Priceless
I'd sell my soul But it was stolen From me long before
Horror Story Waiting
He stood against the brick In the shadows Lurking like a rebel
Jumping at Shadows
Moonlight caste shadows That stretch into gruesome shapes To the unsettled mind
Condemned at Birth
You summoned me from the depths of hell And then condemned me For the very nature that you asked for
Fragment of a Figment 