Poems

Kill Me


A soft hand, a gentle leap
Breathing solitude, willows weep
Menacing voices, lime lit eyes
Eerily sinking towards demise



Don't Look


She's searching through her pearls again
Counting shiny precious lights
Running from Pandora's faces
"It's lost amongst the laundry whites"
Turn away, she's lost her sight
"Inevitably" he slyly spoke
"Perhaps the cause will not be found?"
Her face in vodka it did soak



These Crimes


Take me down this jagged path
Where I can hold the sin
Sink your shadows into
Gentle thoughts
So we may contemplate
The wrongs and rightless man
Hand in hand
A created world where our love
Will outlast the sand
Storms of our great pretender named
Justice.