To Slay The Demons

I’ve been a child, wandering in wind, while all the while my respite calls. Some kind of toy, a trinket I play abhor me my making of my tortured soul. See I do ignorance, my naivete. See I my words so I am naked. They pierce a plane, where the disease that seizes me and…

In Your Prose

My dear please explain I plead for help breathe in lines I read. Enchant a pure source my cure. Attraction sure, in ink a leisure. Gasp I do dear, I see the same. Have no shame, see your name. I know it in air in which prepare I do for to repair our bridge there….

There Goes My Mind

Traces of curves eyes you make sense divide that all have I aside try kept tears to the side. My head down I walk in a desert fraught with rot of a thought it now will be forgot. For my mind is full I think about you all the time down halls that my brain…