The orange of the pumpkin field Can be seen for acres
Blackout #186
We alone survived?
Twisting
The demons in me Enjoy twisting my every thought
Haiku #173
Why don't you ever Call me anymore? Have you Forgotten so soon
Hell on Earth
In the place Even the devil
Food for Thought
No rest for the wicked Or so they say
Well Fed
He feeds on terror A steady diet
Interference
Deadman decrees That the dead
Fallen Angels
We have so many stories Of beautiful women
In the Words
There is innate power Within words
Fragment of a Figment 