For My Hell

Disease multiplies until I find a coffin so I dance in rain I don’t think it often. Because it I do not know the precious love for myself lies luster is infectious. I can not help it I hear voices suave, in deceit’s whisper, swear there a God. Cut by the shards a life can…

Your Pious Priest

Don’t say you love everyone. Such poison on your sly tounge. What do think of me I see you the type person inside not truth. You came to me in a depression. A pious priest for your confession. You can’t hide it, for I’ve seen hell. Parlayed devils; I inside sin dwell. Be imperfect it…

Trust Issues

Your electrons fire quick, before the door closes fast, say something witty now so awkwardnesses don’t amass. You hide your head low now and your eyes don’t look here. Look now you coward fester from what I never got to hear. Weren’t you a pretty picture who knew my path here in hell? Are you…

The Blindness Of Pride

“Pride is the parent of destruction, pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.” -Anne Rice I shudder to try and address those whom would confess they do not possess regret for subjecting truth to duress. Pride at times is useful unless it is not truthful. Pride can make lies usual; burying…