what i need today

the night – is calls with out question alas -it seems so absurd the thoughts -wonder past recognition until, -these visions that conspire can longer described by mere words I’m lost in a place with out pleasure I’m lost in a place with out pain I’m lost In the place past desire in the back of my brain…

Hate for hates sake

The words that she speaks Came from the same language as yours But you’ll shroud her in shame For what’s hers that’s not the same as what’s yours For the things that she does Brings fear to your brain? Could that be that your week No? It’s her fault that she’s strange ? Is it…