Pumpkin spice And everything nice That's what girls
Invisible
No one stares back in the mirror I've finally faded to nothing Am I finally taking up
Blackout #226
Practical people weary of no purpose.
Condemned at Birth
You summoned me from the depths of hell And then condemned me For the very nature that you asked for
Where’s the remorse?
She pushed her out the window Through the glass panes And as she stared down
Too Close for Comfort
The white walls are closing in 6 feet by 6 feet Creep closer and closer
Grim
It's a grim day When the reaper comes Regardless of weather
Blackout #225
Daydreaming I was king of nothing.
Blackout #224
Chasing his shadow like a dog his tail
Haiku #209
Do you remember All the promises you made I do not think so
Fragment of a Figment 