Casting My Spells In Hell

Touched incessant thing what beauty do you bring? Letters to myself I do sing in this humid taut spring. I can’t spell out words for this emotion I feel more than any other I’ve before as I sleep inches over floor. I think too much I tainted this picture I have painted for myself I’ve…

Anesthesia

Coursing its way through my body is a chemical agent that numbs my body warm; succumb to pain I’m a patient. The years have passed lost is the youth I once was then when I an invincible soldier never felt as I do now in skin. I ponder what the future it holds in my…