I'm mediocre at best. There is little to be said about me. It is my writing that I wish to be seen.
Woe to him who be filled with dread,
Who doth rot from within like old loaves of bread.
Or to he who be encumbered by heavy heart,
Who hath found it replaced by lead.... more »
We lie entwined
Upon a sea of sheets... more »
Malicious acts of kindness
give way to infernal blindness.
They bring only mindless
dirges on the wind.... more »