Post-Mortem
Terminate. It’s really, really bright. You would think death would be a little darker, that you’d fade into oblivion, but
So, if everyone jumped off of a bridge,
I’d be confused as hell.I’d say it over and over again: everyone?I’d mourn and cry,And then I’d get hungryAnd have
I’m Not A Cat, But
If I had nine livesI would spend the first one hurting.Blood would take the place of tearsAnd would stain my
What A Happy Time, the War
Holed up in my bedroom watching TVCalled my friends when I got bored.What a happy time, the war! Yes, of
Demons and Honey
Everyone knew the sound of death when they heard it. No firework or engine backfire could shake your heart like
The Heavy Feather
My soul aches for somewhere I’m not sure even exists.One where my soul is satisfiedAnd my breathing syncs with the
Vertigo
MotherI grew up.You cannot carry me anymore.My worries are more than you can consoleAnd my list of dreams are taller
The Echoes of Goodbye
The green translucent window from which I view the world is also my prison, confining me to a rather nauseating
A Utopian Fable
I’m not afraid of death. I mean, no one is. In a perfect world, why would you be? The city
Utopia Haiku
A life made of cardsOne, two touches and it’s overSuch is perfection.