The scent of apple Lingers on my leather coat Long after night falls
Cold Fire
Vibrant red rains down Like a fire storm
Mind F___
… contains cursing... if you didn't notice the title
Noose
The noose around my neck is tightening Like a workman fixes
Grave
I'm past one foot in the grave I'll just lie down
Silenced
"You're a disappointment" The devil whispered
Sallow
Everything was tinged With a sickly green
Toxic Thoughts
My mind is a toxic playground That cycles through the bad
Blackout #81
He was the key to her raised standing.
Haiku #70
It's that time of Year again, chill in the air Warm apple cider
Fragment of a Figment 