Sound so ripe, all of thy fibs, in my ear.

Dead people receive more flowers than the living.

I don't need any explanation I am tired of everything.

We all have armsclipped ;Snipped for moment Rooted for time.

Let the calmness Love you before the hurricane

I could write a million poems Wish you 'd under-stand

On unbroken loops, my life feels like a broken record.....

Guilty people are feigning to be Good, and In entire they are not

Confessing, your oblivion is slaying me So just leave me until kingdom come

Sink the ship that carries the load of hate .