peace was neverat the forefront of my mind.a war waged inside of me,but i began to takejoy in the slaughterand bloodshed.—confession ii

i can still taste you on my lips–rapture at the tip of my tongue,plagued by dreams of you,i can only swallow–reminiscing as i burn.

a cracked yolk split between her thighs.she rushed to clean up her shame.yellow stained her hands;yellow stained her child,who was born in a world designed to hate.—the early nineties 

You saw a side of me not many get the honor of seeing—drunk me, bold me, conquer the world and devour every opportunity me.She was lovely, wasn’t she?

I’ve delved in the well of agony for so long, it’s all I know.A constant companion for eons, it calls out to me by name.So familiar, like a lover, I wish we were nothing more than passing strangers.

i collapsed like a skyscraper:once upon a time, i lived in an enclave ofstars. i wore a coat of clouds,and the sun kissed me beforethe moon cradled me in its gaze.but now... now i lie in a pileof my own remains.

in his fractured eyes, she knew love was alive and cynicism faded inevitably with time… 

once upon a time,there was no me without you.gossip spun a thread of tenderness between usand i could not help but gnaw at the centeruntil it snapped into two...

my mouth was shutfor so long that my teeth decayed.you complainedthat my lips were alwaysdry and chapped;you kissed me anyway,even when they cracked and bled.—you kissed me anyway