
the moment I disappear no one will be aware the silence will not echo the walls…

disillusioned broken shattered into pieces bleeding eviscerated mind is a cyclone of thoughts lashing out shredding…

a sign a signal a hope a something does it come from within does it come…

falling rain cold dead skin healing pain deep within lifeless breath filling lungs no emotional depth…

words cut through skin bleeding deep from within never chosen never the one drag the blade…

laughter outside my window tink, glass against glass music fills the air not a thought not…

forgotten flowers wilting yellow fades color of friends not the color of love melting away in…

in front of a large crowd i tremble in fear in front of a large crowd…

As I say in my piece below, “words are meaningless inactions if not backed by action”…

moonlight shadows on walls from street light orbs shining dimly in the night echoes of silence…

What makes you move What makes you groove What motivates you Is it music Is it…

crimson blood spilled masticated meat cannot be satiated insatiable appetite burning from within cravings coursing through…

no physicality no urge to move staring at ceiling Jedi mind trick to make paint move…

frozen in time caught in a frame longing for what you have craving connection seeing green…

wrestling with a restless rage against a love tinged with hate

wanting and not having pounding chest and sweaty palms craving desire tearing at my soul each…