On this day, mother defended an outside man against me.
Mother changed (It changed mother).
Mother can no longer be trusted.
Mother is dead.
Mother is a woman.
There is nothing to be thankful for.

pops

I'd do anything

to put a smile on your face

I forgot to say, I don't heal, because I love to be broken.

Here I lie cold

but I don't feel too old

just stale

from the bitter unrevealed

my everything

My everything

for your everything

a thought

a void

love

just another word

between you and me

hardly anything

more than a brand new game

a long mistake

april
i have come

guilty

A definite end
indefinite when
the following lust
inescapable must
vain quiescence
shattered adolescents
the worst fear
an inane Shakespeare

innocence

tied
strangled
castrated

suicide prevention

My dearest God:  Time is passing me by, my life is predestined to end.  What matters more?  The sigh or the laughter on the day before the Day?  May your glory be told.  My highest Lord:  You have led me to the vastness, an endless vastness.  There is nothing, nothing for me.  This land, this is not my land.  May your grace suffice.  My Holiness:  Will you accept this gift?  This gift within my feeble lungs, this scream of utter silence?